We motivate each other, as partners do. Although I’m the one that kicks him up the arse more than he does me (metaphorically, obviously). Big decisions are discussed & nothing is a unilateral. Apart from minor choices of snack in the supermarket, or when to have a poo.
It’s about communication. We’ve had some bloody awful years that could have been prevented by talking more, and working together rather than against each other, but after 26 years we’re working as a good team.
He often has his mind on a million other things ( he has Aspergers) but he still has a voice in deciding what’s going on. I simply navigate the external communication he struggles with - but once I’ve helped him decide it we decide together.
Except...housework. He’s blind to laundry ( I think he thought the wash bin was a magical portal that sucked in dirty y fronts & presented them into his drawer, but that comes from an over coddling mother until he left home at 24 (I kicked my son to uni knowing The Way of the Washer to avoid his partner’s having the same issue, ditto How To Find The Sink and Polish. He also ignores dust, dog footprints & coffee cups. A gentle prod & he helps out!
We’re not perfect, but we’re happy.
(He does the physical driving, but I’m on so many controlled medications I’d quickly be done for driving under the influence!)