He isn't perfect. I probably do more "wifework" than I should. He's sometimes a bit pester-y for sex. He drinks a bit too much. He's the most self centred creature I've ever met. He swears and is a huffy bastard.
But he lets me use him as decompression when I've had a bad day. He loves all the many (many) animals I've filled the house with. He's never pressured me for kids. He moved to a different country just for me. I've never once doubted that he loves me.
So many posts I read could be written by me about him on a bad day. So many advising LTB. AIBU to love the bastard?