My poor husband. People would tell my husband I was a saint. He always joked about marrying me, marrying up. I was psychology major, and he said he was my pet project for research, and he would be dumped eventually.
Ha! He lived with me, a person who needed control. I needed things to be a certain way and would get anxious and just plan bitchy. He was a great husband, wonderful dad and I didn't appreciate it at all. I hear more stories of marriages now since maybe I am in the single category, and WOW. I had it so well!
So, he ended up being ADHD, tested at work by a colleague around age 30. Poor man lived with me, and it was a tough combination. I chilled a lot when we had a child. Just had to.
He allowed me to run the house and decorate, not really caring as long as he had a comfortable chair and bed. So, he probably lived with lots of thing he didn't care for at all.
He had to deal with me and my training background. He truly was a saint at times for me. Couldn't be easy. He also opened his arms and our home to our family, and I never loved his Mother moving to our town, so he got caught in the middle often. I needed to cut him slack. My mother moved eventually to our town, and he never complained about her and her needs.
Yup, looking in the mirror is not pretty all the time. I was annoying.....