I was married for a decade to a horrible abusive (in every way) sorry excuse for a human being.
I'm now with DP, who treats me as an equal and loves my DC from previous marriage as his own.
I don't need to tell him or ask him to do housework, if he sees something needs doing he does it, he does have a habit of buying whatever my DC have been wanting (which drives me a bit crazy as I don't think they should have everything they want), he is calm doesn't get angry or shouty, and is actually kind to everyone in general.
I think I realised I was in love with him a few Christmases back when he had gone to see his mum and I'd taken my DC to the theatre, on coming home I found him in the kitchen washing the dishes left over from lunch, he had popped back to see us before going to his dads and seen the dishes and decided to make himself useful (dishes weren't even used by him as he'd been at his mums).
Figured then he was a keeper.
I didn't in all honesty think I would ever want or let anyone into my life after my marriage, it had been such a tremendously horrendous experience.
He's proof kind people still exist.