To want to read about nice, kind, thoughtful DPs now?

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I have just read the 'glass by the dishwasher' thread and am shocked and horrified by the lazy, rude abusive bastards out there. My heart goes out to every woman who has been a victim of one (as indeed I was in my previous relationship). It has made me feel quite down and I thought we needed an antidote - so what has your DP done for you that has made you feel loved and cherished? I'll start: when I came home from hospital after an operation my DP (not the fuckwitted previous one, my lovely current one) brought me my meals in bed. On the first day I wanted just bread, ham and tomato - I was very specific that I didn't want it as a sandwich (operations do weird things to your brain). He brought up a beautifully laid out tray and on the plate was buttered bread covered with ham, all cut out in the shape of a reindeer with a cookie cutter. He had used a cherry tomato as the reindeer nose. It was adorable. He's a keeper.

Every morning of our married life, except for the occasional Sunday, DH brings me a cup of tea in bed.
I do most of the house cleaning (only work 2 days a week), but he does the bathrooms, as he says a lady shouldn't have to clean toilets.
He's no cook, but every night he cleans up after dinner as a matter of course, followed by making more tea.
And he's just generally loving, caring, gentle, kind and respectful.
If he didn't have a tendency to unpunctuality he'd be practically perfect.

Been together 14 years married for 10 with 3 young kids. He is an equal partner in life and always unloads the dishwasher as he knows I hate it. Is thoughtful, plans nice evenings out for us for bdays or anniversaries and adores me as I do him. He is definitely one of the good ones.

Love this x

I was married to a lovely man, and we lost our way and divorced.
I made a lot of stupid mistakes the first year being single and stumbled across my partner.
I have never known kindness like it. Every day he tells me he loves me and shows it in a million tiny ways. When we aren't together physically (we don't live together owing to our kids needs) he takes the time to check in and when we are together- without fail he will make me a brew, find me nice things to eat and just 'be' with me when I need it.

Mine is definitely a keeper.

I have a foot injury at the moment and he's getting up early to walk the dogs so I don't have to.

He washes up every night too and has just surprised me with a bar of my favourite chocolate.

DH has spent 3 hours rescheduling all his work visits in March so he can drive me to and from hospital for an eye appointment.

I had a new desk on order and was away with work when it arrived. When I got back he’d put the new one together and it was in place in my home office with all the stuff back nicely on the top and all the electrics plugged in.

Also he’s a 50/50 housework person, does loads with the DC and gives a good footrub in the evening.

My husband does half the housework and life admin, without being asked, and that would be enough honestly but he also buys me flowers every few weeks and he brings me coffee and breakfast in bed some weekends.
He buys me thoughtful birthday, anniversary and Christmas gifts, my Christmas stocking is never empty.
On the rare occasion I have to go to the office, he makes me lunch to take.

My DH is a keeper. Kind,sexy,funny,handsome and well groomed.

In so many ways he sounds too good to be true but he's the genuine article. I can attest to that after 25 years together.

Neither of us is perfect but he's pretty damn close.

Big loves.

I’ve had that awful flu and he’s looked after me and our DS so brilliantly. You hear stories on here of women having to delegate even when ill, to write detailed lists as they’re aware their husbands can’t use even common sense in their absence of how to look after their own kids or house but as I’ve wallowed feeling utterly awful like a Victorian waif he’s just cracked on with a smile like the very capable, thoughtful man he is. He’s rallied for kids parties, the “big” shop, after school clubs and not once hounded me with a question from my bed of consumption. He’s also been the most consistent provider of snacks, medication and impeccably soft tissues and found humour in the fact his wife has resembled a recently discovered Egyptian mummy for the best part of a week. Oh, and he takes my rather theatrical self pity with a good dose of humour too.

I have a chronic illness and am currently 8 weeks pregnant with awful morning sickness (except it's all day and night sickness). My partner has had to work away a lot recently, so now he's home he makes a point of making all my meals for me, even though they are incredibly specific and often quite weird because I'm off most normal food at the moment. I never have to ask, he always just brings me my 'safe' breakfast in bed in the morning and offers to make me anything I want throughout the day. He does all the dishes and hoovering and laundry and if I object he says 'don't be silly, you're pregnant'. He tells me everyday what a great job I'm doing growing our baby and thanks me for doing it. He's a big, gruff, Scottish, offshore oil rig worker, and I know a lot of people wouldn't expect him to behave like this, but he's a giant softie who just wants to look after me. My ex husband was terrible at taking care of himself or anyone else and I feel like I'll never get used to things being as good as they are now!

This is a lovely thread.

DP takes all the mental load of finances (don’t worry I have full access and everything is discussed) does all gardening/decorating/DIY, (we are at the tail end of a renovation project we were stupid enough to buy) 50/50 childcare of our toddler and does some housework and cooking.

I’ve just been ill for a week and he’s stepped up and done everything I usually do as well as all of that.

He gets stressed when he cooks and is even untidier than me but we adore each other and I wouldn’t change him for anything!!

Theres a part of me that thinks ‘well this is what everyone should do for their partner’ but I’ve been with the selfish lazy guy who thinks you are just there to make his life better, and it grinds you down and makes you into a shell of yourself. Here’s to the good ones and yes, let’s celebrate them.

I've been out all afternoon. Got home to find DH has done the ironing and roast lamb was waiting for me!

He made me a very nice cup of tea this morning and several other hot drinks

And he brought me a delicious roast lunch

He brings me a cup of coffee in bed every morning.

He brings me my hot water bottle and tea every night. He rubs my knees and elbows (weird menopausal achiness). He gets up when the cat miaows at 5 am because she’s done a poo and scoops the litter tray. He washes up when it’s my turn and I really need my bed.

Tonight I was exhausted (I have a chronic condition). My DH called me from the bathroom, having run a bath for our toddler, and asked me to just sit with the toddler while my DH tidied up the kitchen. And came back when time came to get our DS out of the water and ready for bed. He often leaves me the easiest (and most enjoyable) tasks like that, while taking on the stuff he knows will tire me out more.

Mine too! Years of ill health including primary and secondary cancer have resulted in me gaining a lot of weight and losing my hair and he still looks at me like that. During covid he worked round the clock and still came home and made sure me and the kids had everything we needed and sorted the house and meals before he sat down. He never makes me feel like it's an effort or that he resents any of it and he shows me everyday I'm special.

DH made my favourite veg soup for dinner, even though he loves a Sunday roast, as I am feeling ill again and it was all I wanted. Then he insisted on tidying up after dinner. He bought me some magazines too to encourage me to sit with my feet up and get better.

God I love this thread. My husband has spent the last week of his paternity leave (which he took so I could go back to work after six months and not lose my mind!) building me a custom desk/workstation in the spare room.
I gave up my office for the new baby and had planned to work from the kitchen table and hope for the best, but he's insisted that I have a proper space.
He's thought of so many details while planning and building it that just perfectly reflect how thoughtful he is and how loved I am; the latch on it is left aligned because I'm left handed, he's made the plug hole for cables wider in the back (so I can get the pedal of my sewing machine through it should I like to do a craft!), there are gas lifts to close it slowly and gently because I like to work at night and don't want to wake up the children, he measured the desk and chair height of my current desk in his office to make sure my own one is exactly right for me.... I could go on all day.
Yes, it's a desk, but it's so, so much more than a desk. It's the manifestation of someone seeing me and knowing me and wanting me to have something special and just for me.
Even writing this out makes me feel a bit embarrassed that somebody loves me enough to do something so thoughtful for me and I want to do something equally brilliant for him, but I think that's love, isn't it? When it's abundant, you both lean into it, and you both work your asses off to be the person you believe your other half deserves because they're so wonderful.
I'm so lucky, and I'm so happy to read all these other stories of people being so loved by their other halves. There's so much joy out there that we don't draw attention to for fear of showing off, but sometimes you need to hear about it!!

Dp just told me he's already turned the electric blanket on on the bed.
For this he merits a spot on this thread (quite apart from all the other things he does, I am so tired, achey and cold right now I am beyond happy I have a pre heated bed)

DH makes me a tea before I leave for work everyday. Met me off a train Friday night and travelled the last bit together despite the fact he could've been home hours before that

I have mentioned this on here before - mine isn't perfect (I mean, who is?) but he gave up drinking to help me because I was drinking too much and endangering myself. I had tried to quit first but fell off the wagon really dangerously. At that point he just decided to join me in giving up. It helped me so much, and neither of us have had a drink since. So he has probably added years to my life . I never asked him to, he just decided to.

And he never flings it in my face, even in the heat of an argument. He has never once mentioned it actually. Just got on and done it like a hero. I should add he is from a culture where drinking is quite an ingrained part of how everyone socialises - his friends are massive drinkers and it has impacted on his social life definitely, but he has put me and my health and our life together first.

My DH has hoovered round the whole house today, cooked my tea and done the ironing. He always brings me a cup of tea every morning. He shares the life admin and is good at getting things ‘sorted’.

He’s not the most exciting and ambitious man in the world, but he is loving and thoughtful in so many ways. Best of all he has been a fabulous step-father to two of my DC and a wonderful father to the DC we have together. You would not be able to tell that he is a step father to any of them, he treats them all just the same.

He is a glass half full sort of person and has a quiet calm energy which I love.

Any kind thoughtful man I've ever had has left me cold. It's warped I know but that's how it is