My Husband Only Ever Thinks of Himself: He Eats Everything in the House and Doesn’t Leave a Single Thing for Our Child – “Adam, where have all the bananas gone?” I ask my husband. – “I ate them, I fancied some.” – “Couldn’t you have left even one for our son’s tea?” – “You’re making a big fuss. You know they sell bananas in shops.” – “So go and buy some.” – “I’ve got a football match—how can I go?” It’s always the same in our house: yogurts, biscuits, apples—nothing’s safe. I have to hide food or my son might go hungry with a dad like this. We’ve been married five years. Our son’s nearly two. We’ve got a mortgage, so money’s tight. My husband thinks he’s the breadwinner since he gave us a home (he only sold his one-bedroom flat for the deposit—my parents helped too). My mum says Adam’s a total egotist, and honestly, I sort of agree with her. One day we were prepping for a birthday party. I was cooking for the guests, and he kept sneaking in for “tastes”—even got into the birthday cake I’d left on the balcony. There I was, ready to slice it up, and all that was left was a chunk of decorated chocolate sponge! You can imagine how embarrassed I was. It’s a constant issue. Sure, he earns, but some basic consideration wouldn’t hurt. His excuse? “Don’t worry, we’ll buy more!” Fine, don’t care about me—but how do you not care about your own child? It’s not like we’re rolling in money; we rely on that food. In a week, he’ll eat a month’s worth. “Why are you having a go at him?” says my mother-in-law. “He’s a working man—let him eat. If you’re that bothered, just cook more.” She’s always on his side. But it doesn’t matter how much I cook—he’ll eat it all. Buying extra food isn’t an option with our bills, mortgage, and everything else. Eventually I told my husband that if he did it again, I’d want a divorce. We’d split the flat and live our own lives. He sulked, ran to his mum—and now my mother-in-law won’t even speak to me. But I’m sure I’m right. What do you think?

My husband thinks only of himself. He devours anything in sight, not even sparing our child.

Oliver, where have the bananas gone? I ask my husband.
I ate them, just fancied one.
Couldnt you have left even one for Henrys tea?
Youre making a fuss out of nothing. Its not as if you cant buy bananas at the shop.
Well, then pop out and get a few.
Ive got my football match. How could I possibly go?

This plays out in our house ceaselessly: cottage cheese, biscuits, apples. I have to stash away food, because with a father like this, my son might go hungry.

Weve been married for five years. Our boy will be two soon. We have a mortgage, so you know, money is tight. Oliver believes hes the breadwinner simply because he arranged for our flat. In truth, he just sold his old bedsit to put down a deposit my parents helped as well. My mother says Oliver is quite the selfish one. I find myself agreeing with her, at least a little.

One afternoon, we were getting the house ready for a birthday party. I was in the kitchen cooking for the guests, and Oliver kept darting underfoot, emptying plate after plate. The worst was the cake. I’d left it on the balcony, as there wasnt a spare inch in the fridge. I bring it in to slice up and, to my horror, its missing a chunk of decorated chocolate. Just imagine the embarrassment!

Its a regular thing. Yes, he earns money, but its possible to organise things sensibly, to be considerate of others. His one excuse: Well buy more, stop worrying! Fine, dont spare a thought for me but how can he not think of his own child? Especially with our budget the way it is, and me counting out every penny. In a single week, he could put away our months shopping.

Why are you having a go at him? Hes a grown man, let him eat. He brings home the money. Instead of complaining, just cook a bit more his mum defends him.

You could spend the day in the kitchen, and still hed never be full. Hell eat it all. Theres no talk of spending more we have to make the mortgage, buy clothes, get the things we need for the house.

So, I told my husband that if he does this once again wed split up. Wed divide the flat and go our own ways. He took offence and ran to his mother. She wont even speak to me now. And Im quite sure Im in the right. What do you make of it all?