My husband shares your pain. I hate cooking, and I'm not good at it. My husband cooks so we can have edible food.
I used to try. I'd make something, and it would taste so-so. so I would add something, then something more, and pretty soon I'd have huge amounts of food that never got past so-so and that no one particularly wanted to eat.
I was off work last year and I offered to cook. My husband said, "No, thanks. I'd get pretty sick of pizza." (Hey--I can make spaghetti, too!)