Sometimes it works the other way, too. I am no saint, and am imperfect as the next fellow, but I have provided well for my wife and two kids since the early 1980s, almost exclusively providing all material support and upper-middle class life. Additionally, I run most of the errands, juggle the schedules, and do all of the ironing, all of the dishes, some of the cooking, all of the outside work, most of the grocery shopping, and countless other tasks.
For this I receive little or no respect or appreciation, receive very little intimacy or sex, and am constantly told that I am the failure in this marriage because I don't provide enough respect or affection for her. In fact, I am the one in counseling because she refuses to go and will not engage in any physical activity unless I "get healed."
People, including the counselor, ask me why I stay in such a ridiculous one-sided relationship. It's simple, I love my children and I am not going to give her 50% of what I have amassed financially.