Yup, my husband ran mere weeks after the doc announced it was time for me to finally start dialysis. I was ill when we got married, and he knew it was coming, but after years of my increasingly poor health, he'd found someone healthy instead.
"I've changed my mind; I really do want kids after all." (She already had 3.)
"I can't find a job I can make money at because I always have to have one that will pay for your insurance." (She worked for a hospital, and could provide him with insurance once they got married.)
"I'm tired of always spending all the money on medical bills and never having anything fun. (Not like that had stopped him from running up all the credit cards, even when I spent all my time trying to keep a cap on all our spending.)
"I can solve her problems: I can't fix anything for you." (She needed a dad and someone who could help fix her house, both easier to provide than care-giving or a kidney.)
"You're so strong, you don't need me like she does." (So if I'd curled up in a corner and whimpered instead of being active and doing as much as I could to deal with things myself, that would have been better?)
and the best one of all...."I'd didn't think it would be this bad for this long." ( Sorry, I'll try to die faster next time!)
Unfortunately, it seems to be pretty common when there's a chronic illness involved. I see it here on IHD, and I see a lot of it at the cancer support group I volunteer at.
I do try hard to rise above the urge to gloat when I hear that he's miserable now, still underemployed because he still can't find any full time job, let alone that "perfect job," raising kids that aren't his, bankrupt because without someone to trying to rein in his spending, he went completely overboard with buying toys, and also because he had no idea how much kids cost. He wants a divorce and can't afford one. (I can manage not to laugh sometimes. Not always!)
I consider myself well divorced, actually. I've had to cut off any contact with him because he wouldn't stop trying to get me to take him back. I'm sure I look much more attractive now, off dialysis with a working transplant, and living in a new place and oh, yeah, let's not forget, with a tidy little inheritance that would pay off all his bills.
Seriously, jm - If the counseling doesn't help, I can tell you it's hell going through it, on top of everything else that goes with being sick, but I promise it's survivable. I can poke fun now, but it took me a lot of tears and anger to get to this point.