Mine was always helpful when I was in need -- after the kids were born he was wonderful, caring, shared everything -- until he had an affair, that is. He is two people at one time sometimes.
I'm on vacation, he has the kids on his own right now, and my daughter threw a bipolar tantrum this morning. He called me and said he thought she needed to be committed to a home. Jerk. You can't handle a tantrum? Poor you, don't insinuate my kid needs to be in residential treatment just because it was HARD for YOU.