When I met DH I was trying to get rid of an abusive Ex. I'd moved away across London but he'd turn up in the pub I used or at the flat, threatening to harm himself or trash the flat. I was trying to get him to accept I would never get back together with him.
A lot of blokes would have offered to beat him up or generally done the dominant male thing. DH left me to deal with it myself. He supported me and would discuss it for hours but never tried to take over. I thought he was my good friend.
Then, only a couple of weeks after I finally got rid of my dreary Ex, DH made his move. I thought he was my friend but the truth was that he was already deeply in love. Soon afterwards I was too. From the first time I met him he treated me as an equal adult.
That didn't stop him from performing absurd, charming romantic acts like decorating a bicycle with fairy lights and hanging it on the bedroom wall.
As soon as we started seeing each he told me about his DD. He was devoted to her and would never have been able to commit to a woman who didn't understand how important his DD was. That was another good sign for me.
He was a loving, civilized, funny man and I soon knew he was the one.
He wasn't perfect. He could be selfish. But he was never, in all the 17 years I was with him, unkind.
I think it's to do with values - values the person lives rather than expresses. If DH had claimed to be a devoted DF but hadn't shown that by his life I wouldn't have been impressed. His behaviour told me he respected me, that he loved me, that he was kind.