I adore my husband. He has ADHD but I do wonder sometimes if he would have been diagnosed with Aspergers too.
As much as I adore him, I find him extremely trying at times. For example, his dreadful money management which he insists is top notch. He's put us into debt several times. I don't agree that he should have a credit card as he can't regulate his spending properly but he won't have it. One of his regular things is to go off in a sulk when I've purchased something or if I want to get a takeaway, citing our inability to afford it, but then will spend £100 on unneeded tat from Amazon or tools he will literally never unbox.
I have told him over and over, I am his wife, not his project manager, so this year I have declined to be in charge of sending cards for his families birthday or reminding him of appointments or necessary things like MOTs and license renewals for work. He can set twenty reminders on his phone so that he doesn't miss a spaceship battle on his games server, but can't remember to send his mum a birthday card? Come off it. Some of this "you must make exceptions/help/prompt" etc I see as enabling laziness because they know someone else will pick up the slack.
When it comes to gifts for me, he's either got it absolutely perfect or it's bordering on insane. He's bought me the most amazing antiques for my birthday before and I've been beyond thrilled with them, but he's also bought me twenty identical boxes of chocolates . All individually wrapped so I had to be observed unwrapping duplicates. He was delighted with himself, because he knows I like lemon. One of the chocolates in the box was a lemon mousse. He's bought me a plaster casting kit with no idea what I might use it on, a palette of neon glitter makeup when it's about as far from who I am as the moon is from my grasp....
He leaves boxes and bags everywhere. Since I met him, there isn't a photograph in my house that doesn't have a fucking cardboard box in the background, or a pile of accumulated clutter. Everything is half started, half finished and I've to kick his arse to get anything actually done.
Eleven weeks ago I broke down and begged him to take responsibility for one household task as I was absolutely buckling under the load of it all. Our daughter is disabled, our oldest son has ADHD too and our youngest is a five year old whirlwind. He looked shocked at my desperate tears and agreed to take on the laundry. I wept and I was so grateful. He bought some laundry bags as the baskets I use were not fit for they system he has in mind. I can only say I'm baffled by the system as not a single load of laundry has been done by him since these bags turned up. It all piled up for two weeks and then I just had to admit defeat and get it done.