To start a thread about brilliant partners

[sheriffofnottingham]

I read MN a lot and (understandably, because it's a forum where people can have a good old moan) there's thread after thread about a partner being awful / unsupportive / generally dickish (I am sorry if you have one of those). AIBU to just stop for a minute and ask you to post 1 thing that makes yours brilliant and is just one of the reasons you love them?

I'll kick us off... DP is awsome because I hurt my shoulder at the weekend and on tuesday it was still hurting so he set up Game of Thrones on the tv in the bedroom brought me tea paracetamol and ibuprofen and then massaged it until his hands hurt.

Over to you Let's get some love in the room!

My dh is the only person in the world who doesn't irritate me at all. Not even a tiny bit. Even when he tries to irritate, he's just cute.

The thing I really notice compared to some husbands is mine is just so kind, even tempered, fun and therefore very easy to live with. He works hard for the family, cooks all weekend and is just lovely, couldn't imagine life without him.

He is fab .

I get a cup of tea in bed every day. He is a brilliant cook and pretty good at diy. He loves me even though I am crotchety at times, air head at others and daft. He held my hand through ivf and miscarriages, let me persuade him past one go and supported me as we adopted our beautiful DS. He is the best Daddy ever to our son who strangely looks like my DH .... If he turns out half as nice as DH some girl will be writing one of these posts in 30 odd years time (and hopefully she will like her MIL too !)

Mine is fab. Today he has cleaned from top to bottom, sorted the garden and looked after the girls while I basically arsed about and drove round town in my much missed car that has come back from 3 weeks in the garage. There is always a cold cup of tea by my bed because he brings me one up when he comes to bed even though I'm mostly always asleep. But he does it just in case I wake up and I love my tea.

And he constantly tells me how much he fancies me, which is invaluable as 99.9999% of my life is spent feeling like the fattest ugliest troll who ever lived. He has never made me feel like that.

It's really difficult to wax lyrical on this subject, because I tend to shudder at the usual suspects bragging, in a very British way .

All I will say is that I am fucking happier than I've ever been, and it's been the case for the last eight years we have been together. We literally never argue, and we laugh with each other every day. He is the best person I have ever known.

I am the kind of person who mutters away to themselves throughout the day when they think nobody else can hear them, and I just blurt stuff out fairly randomly, according to whatever my daydream is. Pretty much every day, I'm sure that while I'm bumbling about, I'll say (apropos of nothing) "I love you so much!", because he has just popped into my head.

That will do, but there's lots more.

Yes I have one too. A thoroughly decent chap. We sometimes marvel at our luck in finding each other. We're not perfect people but we're perfect together. From the outside we're a total mismatch and if you put 100 men in a room and then asked people to pick mine, no one would guess him and vice versa but those people who know us think we have the relationship to aspire to. He is the most amazing father. We met at school at 16 and I knew from the first meeting he was the man I'd want to spend my life with and have children with so despite everyone else saying he wasn't 'good enough' for me (wtf ever that means!) I carried on regardless. 30 years on and I feel lucky. It's cheesy but he really is my other half and he says I am his. The children have started contemplating our old age and demise in that humourous musings context that exists within close family and reckon they will be spared the expense of two funerals because when one if us goes the other won't last the week.
Sometimes I make up petty little flaws for him when talking to my friends because I don't want them to think I'm a smug. It's made me all smiley just thinking about him as I write this. Bless him he's snoring his head off, oblivious :)

Siennasun that is lovely :)

My DH lost his son to a terrible, cruel disease. He is still one of the happiest, most positive people I know.

He helps everyone even if it means running himself ragged. He's just built! with his own hands, a new playground for the local school, for free just because he couldn't stand how crap the old one was.

He's got a lovely bum.