I think DH and I have a good, strong marriage and I also think it is incredibly hard work sometimes. There have been times when I've dreaded him coming home because he was so low level angry and down about the world that it sucked the life out of me. And he has Aspergers, which means he has no friends and we have almost no social life - none at all instigated by him. It also means he hates change and can be bafflingly stubborn over really petty stuff, like refusing to mend something that's broken because he likes it how it is (cracks in walls/ceilings, garden gates hanging off hinges etc.) All that stuff is frustrating.
That's the bad stuff. The good stuff though, massively outweighs it.
We're a proper partnership. We're 50/50 on childcare and housework. We each have different strengths and we use them so together, we add up to a pretty well organised team.
We like and respect each other as well as loving each other. I know he wants the best for me. We're glad when each other succeed and understanding when each other fail. We help each other when we can.
We have a lot in common - not everything but plenty, so we often want to do similar stuff at weekends.
We do stuff together - we go to gigs and galleries and comedy shows, theatre and for walks. We both really enjoy this and look out to buy tickets to things the other will appreciate.
Day to day - he makes me laugh. He's very funny and silly and has a very quick, kind sense of humour.
Day to day he's responsible - he puts out the bins, locks up the house etc - tiny things that make me feel like he cares about our welfare.
We look forward to stuff together. DC are going to be off at uni within the next couple of years, and we're discussing where we want to travel, what we want to do, where we might want to live if we downsize - we're excited about our future together.
He's very cuddly. Lots of hugs every day.
We have small but nice rituals - like making tea then fresh coffee every morning, doing a quiz at weekends and listening to radio comedy, me putting my feet up on his lap when we watch TV. I love that cosy, ordinary routine that has affection and acceptance at its base.