I always pack for my DH. He hates it, and is shit at it. Whereas, I'm on the British Olympic Packing Team and can pack for 2 weeks in the sun, in less than 20 mins.
My DH does zero housework and zero cooking. I never feel like I'm a 50s housewife, or supressed by Da Patriarchy. He works thrice the hours I do, plus he happily pays for a cleaner and we ate out several times a week (when we could).
Sometimes we don't sit down and "work through our differences like sensible adults" [yawns] Sometimes we shout, or bicker like kids and say hurtful crap that we don't mean. But I'd give him my heart on a plate if he asked it of me, and I know he would do the same.
I often eat like a greedy teenager with access to limitless funds.
We always sleep naked probably why we still have quite a lot of sex
I have very little time for people with self diagnosed anxiety. Sometimes feeling anxious is just a perfectly rational response. As someone who suffered terribly with post natal anxiety I know what genuine anxiety feels like. It doesn't make you a bit shy in a group, or wary about driving at night - it makes you want to take a bottle of pills just to make the mental anguish please, please stop 