Such a slippery slope though. At some point my husband "decided" he didn't really want to do anything, and the more time I spent by myself, the further I grew from my husband. Eventually, we had no interests and no friends in common (among other problems). I was fit and he was a disaster. I was happy and fulfilled, he was home sitting in his recliner. Buh bye.

Somehow it all needs to be balanced, and men need to have friends and interests too. But it is really important to share those things too.