I came here to say almost exactly this.

My first wife wanted a nice wedding. And she got one. It was really fancy. We had ice sculptures and a harp. She wasn't particularly interested in me, our conversations became sparse. I silently resented her and she silently began to look at other men.

After we split up she became mean and possessive of our son. I clung to my visitation and powered through false accusations of abuse and neglect.

I never thought I'd marry again. I was jaded and grouchy. My plan was to shepherd my son into young adulthood and while away the rest of my days in a cubicle then a pub.

I met my current/final/real wife about 8 years ago. Actually I met her about 10 years ago on the internet, we were both active users on a rave/dj/edm message board. I was instantly smitten. She hated my guts. I thought she was hilarious and edgy and kind. She thought I was a noisy douchebag.

My roommate set us up on a date after working really hard to convince her I'm a better person in real life. We instantly clicked.

She moved in about 6 months later, we dated about 2 years, then I proposed (after a LOT of internal struggle), and we've been married about five and a half years.

We have literally never run out of things to talk about. I love driving around town with her. I love taking me with her on errands just because the conversations and jokes are so great. Road trips are the best thing in the world.

Day to day stuff is really just that. We've had 2 sons together. I make a pretty good income so she stays home with the boys. Sometimes I come home to a spotless house and warm dinner, sometimes I come home, the house is trashed, she's hangry and hands me a screaming baby saying "oh my god please take him"

We tease each other .. a lot

We talk about politics and social issues .. a lot. We're both pretty ideologically similar but she's definitely more liberal than me. She's changed my mind or "evolved" my opinion on some stuff, I've pulled her a bit to the right on some stuff.

We hang out staring at our phones a lot. Or watching tv. Sometimes on the couch together, sometimes separately.

I love lying in bed next to her. Her body feels incredible, her hair smells so good.

We divide up chores (after he comes home working in the office all day). She probably does more chores than I do but I do a lot of the grosser ones. Laundry is pretty much my bailey wick. I just feel like she does it wrong and she got tired of me constantly refolding her work lol. She pretty much does the bathroom. Again, I feel like I'm doing it fine but she's like "oh my god you're doing it all wrong, move"

She listens to pop music. Like, a lot of pop music. This means I listen to pop music. I've learned to appreciate some of it. Some of it I even really like. A lot of it is pure shit. I listen to a lot of chillstep, and atmospheric drum and bass, and post rock. She thinks that stuff is boring. I also listen to a lot of jazz. She loves it but says it's frustrating because it makes her feel like the pop does and she wants to get into it but she doesn't know the songs so she can't sing along.

There's a lot of compromise. TV shows. Music. Food. Things like linens, art, furniture. All this stuff you never thought you'd have an opinion on becomes a discussion or debate.

I'm passionately defensive of her and get super pissed off if someone insults her on the internet. Like to the point where she has to remind me that she can take care of herself. She's also passionately defensive of me. It's crazy how tight knit we are.

Sometimes it's monotonous but if it is I don't care. I love this rut.

I laugh so hard, every day. I enjoy tender heartwarming moments every day.

I can't imagine living without her.