Didn't particularly like washing up, but didn't see the need for a dishwasher until the ex decided we were having his mother's old one and ripped the kitchen apart to put it in whilst I was out.
After he fucked off, it finally broke down (having lasted for 19 years in total). I went out the very next afternoon and bought a new one.
Unfortunately, that one finally went poufft last spring after 14 years of heavy service and I couldn't afford to replace it as the freezer, vacuum cleaner, kettle, blender and microwave were buggered, too (which is what happens when you buy everything around the same time).
Considering DP had to be taught how to use it as he'd never had one, it's remarkable just how much he hates washing up now. I object to having to run two bowls worth of water before the hot comes through, I object to having to remove bits of food from the plug hole filter every single time I wash up, I object to having to find where to balance everything to dry, having to change water halfway through and having to clean the countertop of water splashes. With the dishwasher, it's scrape the plate and shove it inside. Repeat until full, shove in a tablet, kick it shut and hit Start. Go and do something more interesting twat around on MN and there are clean pots for the next meal.
It's still going to have to wait to be replaced, as the oven is fucked and the washing machine is now the oldest appliance in the house (so I do give it a 'look' sometimes if it makes a funny noise), but I really, really miss the thing.