Reading all these threads about knobhead husbands has really made me realise how bloody lucky I am.
When I was ill last month, I was tucked up in bed, while he looked after the kids downstairs. He would bring me drinks and anything I needed. This is the way it should be. I do the same for him when he is ill. It's called teamwork.
He takes me out, tells me I look lovely (even though i'm carrying a few extra pounds) We cooked christmas dinner together, cleared up together, I could go on. We love each other, why wouldn't we want to help each other.
I really hope relationships like mine are the norm.
All these shitty husbands, why do women put up with it? 