My DP is so wonderful that I like to joke he was created in a laboratory to my specific requirements for the perfect man!
Me and him are total equals. Our relationship is based on mutual adoration, respect, desire and consideration. We play to our strengths, ignoring traditional 'male' and 'female' roles. I have never heard him utter a single sexist word (or any other kind of prejudice) and I have never once felt taken for granted in anything.
We've always done the housework 50-50 - he never has to be prodded or reminded - and now I'm pg and ill, he's doing virtually everything (am 20 wks and have had one horrible prob after another - am currently in week 7 of 24-7 near-migraines that paracetamol can't touch and am developing SPD). When I tell him how guilty I feel, he tells me that I'm doing all the hard work and that he'd rather hoover, etc., than be in pain, so he's the lucky one! He seems to be under the impression that I'm some fabulous, gorgeous goddess that he's lucky to be with, when the situation is quite the opposite!
He also did 80% of Xmas Dinner, waited on me hand and foot, drove us to my parents' house, did all the washing up and tidying and then thanked me for doing so much despite my pain (I fell on my back last week so also have awful back pain - luckily the baby is fine) and said he couldn't have done it without me (I did all the timings and planning and some cooking).
Did I also mention that he is 9 yrs younger than me, utterly gorgeous, clever, funny, talented, sensitive and amazing in bed? The only thing I could criticise him for is leaving the toilet seat up! My DP is my best friend in the whole world and we never stop laughing, kissing, chatting and finding ways to lighten each other's load and show our appreciation of each other. My Ex was an EA twat, so I know that there can be light after a crap relationship.