DH died several years ago. He was a "good" man, or at least what I was raised to think of as a good man. Kind, reliable, faithful, a good provider, a willing "helper" at home, but for everything home, garden, children, admin, the mental load definitely fell to me and even when he was "helping" he'd often need reminding.
I've been seeing a new man for a while. He's quite different to DH, but I'd say has the same basic principles. We don't live together, so his responsibility for helping me at home is completely different, but I've found myself ridiculously happy when, e.g. he gets up and does the washing up without being asked, and if I've asked him to pick up something on the way home, I'm assuming he'll forget, when he doesn't.
He's taken on a joint admin task for us today, to do with travel. Something I'd have always done in the past. I realised I fully expected to remind him in a few days, then eventually do it myself or fix what he'd got wrong 😆 but it's all done and looks correct.
Previously he did mess up on something similar, which could actually have been the company's fault, but rather than write it off or leave it to me to sort out, he kept plugging away with the company until it was fixed.
I'm not sure I like the realisation that DH might not have been that good afterall, or the damage living with him did to my psyche!
What makes a "good" man to you?