Oh mine is certainly a happy one.
how did you choose a good husband /wife? What were your criteria and how did you reject „bad apples“?
I looked for one who I shared ideals with such as working, being kind and sweet. I had strict views on what I like and dislike and for me, absolute No's were: anyone who goes out to get shitfaced each week with his mates, football yobs, gym bros, the religious, Chavy types who wouldn't stand out in an episode of Shameless, long term unemployed and men with kids.
Do you think that your upbringing played a role?
Yes. My mum gravitates towards mean, nasty, violent drunks who have affairs. She blames her own upbringing with a similar father and said it was inevitable. Sister and I intentionally proved her wrong as we both went for the opposite and would not put up with men like our father and stepfathers. Any hint of that and they hit the kerb.
• how does it feel to be supported emotionally and intellectually?
Great.
• what about sex? Is it true that it always dies after sometime? Yes but you can always bring it back. We lost it for years (after baby2) and lived as best friends who snuggled and kissed. When my libido decided to make a comeback I initiated a lot more, made an effort to compliment DH consistently, made him feel wanted physically and made him feel good about himself and that translated to a happy sex life again. As a result, he mirrored the way I treated him. It's a conscious effort and my complimenting and physical touching of him became natural, everyday behaviour that neither of us wanted to stop.
• how did you overcome problems in your marriage/family lives?
We talk every single day. We spend time together. Popping to the shop? I'll hop in the car and come with. He's playing on the Xbox? I'll sit on the other side of the sofa curled up with a book. We talk about work, friends, family, colleagues, even what the batty lady who runs the greengrocers has been up to this week... anything and everything really.
Playing the Diet Coke ad music when DH is stripping off his clothes for bed is always good for a laugh when I'm ogling his lovely middle aged dad body and letting him know about it.
We take few things seriously if we can help it. Laughing together is probably the greatest advice I can offer. There really is little reason in life to be all stern and serious and grown up about if you can help it. Act like a twat at home. Be silly with the kids or each other. Let the kids call you "cringe" and "lame bruh" for acting like a loon. Secretly they reckon mum and dad are "slay" and have "skibidi Ohio Rizz", ya know. 🙄