My husband is not a sexist pig.
My husband is honestly the most caring man I have met (despite his occasional moments of being a “Dunder Head”)

I can live with his calling me a hard fought for/won trophy. He fights the good fight daily to keep his trophy and he even polishes me regularly

My father was not thrilled with my DH upon meeting him. I had already had one ‘American’ marriage (aka it ended in divorce.) Dad was determined to see my second marriage be with someone who understood marriage took work not just words and truly wanted me to marry someone from his home country. Even went so far as to introduce me to a few men. Obviously those introductions did not pan out the way Dad wanted them too.

I introduced my DH (then boyfriend) to my father and my father rolled his eyes and walked out of the room….did not even shake his hand… did not even grunt in his direction. My father’s objections were multiple:

He was too young for me
He did not make enough money
He had too many kids
His XW was the town bike and was already creating problems.
He was Irish (this was aimed at my mother to get a reaction as my mother is Irish)
He did not own a house.
He did not own his car outright.
No savings/ investments- he was too busy paying for his kids to be able to save anything.

The more my dad got to know my husband the more the answer remained the same. “He is a nice man but no, you will not marry him.” My DH spent 18 months changing my father’s mind. And what changed dad’s mind was not any changes that DH “made” to himself. It was DH being DH.

He knows when he is wrong and apologizes and means it.
My car door was always opened for me. Heck every door is always opened for me.
If I even think I might be getting cold, he is already shrugging off his shirt/ jaket to warm me up.
In public he touches me; holding my hand, arm around my shoulders or waist. It is clear that he is with me, and rather proud to be right where he is.
While I know how to do most repairs on my car, I do not have to do a single one. He takes care of it.
While I can certainly mow a lawn, do yard work and weed/prune with the best of them: he ensures I do not have to.
He has never cursed at me.
He has raised his voice in frustration around me, never in anger at me. (Although in truth I cannot say that I have been as good as he in this part of the relationship).
The man actually LIKES to IRON which I hate to do, so yes when he pulls out the ironing board to do his dress shirts and pants, he will also iron anything I need done as well.
The man knits, sews, and owns his own sewing machine. Which he knows how to use (hello, custom alterations here ladies!)
I get spontaneous flowers.
I am honey, baby, sweetheart, darling, angel and yeah there is a special nickname I am not going to list here sorry

45% of the time what I say goes in the house. Yes he is consulted and agrees with me.
45% of the time what he says goes in the house. I am consulted and yes I agree with him
2.5% of the time he does not agree with me/ I do not agree with him, and we “negotiate” and do it my way anyway
2.5% of the time I do not agree with him and we negotiate and do it my way anyway.
5% of the time he gets a wild hair up his butt, decides he is doing it his way come hell or high water and when things blow up in his face, he admits “You told me so”.

Far from being married to a sexist pig… I am married to a southern man. And yes my father blessed the marriage.

And ladies, I am not repressed… I am spoiled frigging rotten!!!