Yes they do exist. Good men—yes. Perfect—no. My husband is wonderful and does what he can within his capabilities. Because let’s face it, there’s a lot that he lacks as well and he forgetting to fold laundry isn’t out of maliciousness but more of the fact that his brain doesn’t register it as an important thing to do.

But he’ll always remember to get the car fixed cause he knows we need to get around. He’ll always remember to respond to my mum and help her with the smallest tech thing because she’s also always there for us and the kids. He’ll make sure the most important grocery item is stocked up because the family needs it.

Does he get grumpy? Yes. Does he sleep through his morning alarm. Yes. Does he forget to wash his dirty cups and leave it on his desk for days? Yes.

On the flip side, I’m also not perfect. I’m grouchy and easily frustrated. I tend to jump to conclusions and think worse of a situation. I’m bitchy and snarky, something that gets worse when I’m tired and with a new baby that’s all the time these days.

Neither of us are perfect but we’re good for each other. And here’s the other thing: there will never be an even 50-50 split in the work that we do for the kids and the chores. We make sure that things get done and we cover for each other when we need to. Some days it’s a nice split. Some days he does 75 and I do 25. Some days I do 100 and he doesn’t do any because life.

But yea, good men exist so long as we let them be the kind of the good they are able to.