Oh heck. Thank you all. And Bluebelle for your further explanation of your comments. The issues with my marriage are complex, and don't directly relate to my post. I raised the possibility of us splitting up about 8 years ago, and we agreed to maintain the status quo, with a few changes on both sides, that we have, in fact, stuck to. So no, I don't love him, but after 45 years I am not sure what love is. He says he loves me but there is no evidence of that other than that he hasn't left me, and we rub along okay in many ways. Having made that agreement to stay together then yes, it is my duty to help him if he is sick. I would feel the same even if we separated.
I am a bit big on duty. My father, on his deathbed, asked me to look after my mum for him. I promised. I loved my father to bits, but my mother was just, well, his wife. She wasn't a mother in my understanding of the role, she fed me, clothed me, and did little else. I was the ten-year-old who arrived at school one day and found blood in my knickers. I thought I was terminally ill. I ran all the way home and when I told my mum she said "Oh, it will be a period. Did you not know about them?". Er, no, why would I if nobody had told me? She provided a fat sanitary towel and an elastic belt to fit an adult, and left me to it. When my boyfriend of a year ditched me (I was 18) she said "these things happen, get over it". No warmth, no hugs. I cried alone in my bedroom. She was no mother to me. But my dad asked me to look after her, and I bloody well did. She got dementia. I spent two years helping her to live in her community. I made sure she got a lift to Church every Sunday, and to the social club. I took her shopping in Tesco every week, and she came to me for Sunday dinner. It was my duty. And when she was found wandering the streets at 3 a.m waiting for a non-existent bus, she was sectioned. I found her a pleasant care home, she was happy there. It cost me all of my intended inheritance and more, but the point was that she was cared for and happy, as my dad would have wanted.
So yes, I am a believer in doing your duty.
I really don't know what to do next. I did write to his GP a couple of years ago, regarding his posture etc but she or he didn't seem to take notice of it. There are no home visits, and he wouldn't qualify even if there were - there is, to the outside world, nothing wrong with him.
If he were to read this thread and all its comments he would be absolutely livid. He would brand you all as scaremongers and idiots, with your own agendas, i.e. to label him as "ill". He would be furious, because to him he is not ill, there is no problem. The only problem is all these people who try to tell him he is ill. He would shout "LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU ARE ALL CRANKS, HELL BENT ON MAKING ME FEEL ILL, AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME". The fact that I have resorted to a website to ask for help would merely tell him that I was also "Out to get him" He wouldn't see that it meant I was getting desperate. Of course, you are all, I assume, women, and that is possibly an issue. He has no men friends. The ones he had when I met him 45 years ago have mostly disappeared. I have kept in touch with a couple of them myself, and we exchange Christmas cards and get the occasional invite to a significant birthday, but he rarely wants to go. The walking group he is in has only one man (there were two till December, he sadly passed away), and he has only flippant conversation with anyone. The ladies all think he is a lovely man, if a bit boring.
I still don't think he has dementia, despite the number of people on here who have suggested it. He may well have a more physical problem, but he denies that he needs to see a doctor, telling me to stop pressurising him. He is not ill, and that is that, in his words.
Lewlew, he is not feeling poorly.
I still despair! But thanks everyone for listening at least.
Meg