Strength. Strength of character, the strength to be able to recognise, and steer a course for me out of one of my “lows” when they hit. Sometimes that just means wrapping his arms round me when I need him to, or staying up all night and listening because my head is rushing with thoughts and I can’t make them stop, and I need to get them out. Or sitting on the edge of our bed hugging me because my arthritis is trying to turn me into a human pretzel and the pain meds aren’t helping. I cope because of his strength, because I know he’s there and he loves me no matter what.
@stardust and @Earthgirl well said and GA. Integrity is a wonderful word, and certainly doesn’t apply to just anyone. If you can add kindness, gentleness and empathy to the package you’re on to a winner, which it sounds as if you are @Earthgirl. Me too, thankfully. When I met hubby, we were only friends for quite a while, but we agreed on so many things. We’d both had quite an “old fashioned” upbringing, so our core values were pretty much the same. He “gets” my slightly odd, deadpan sense of humour, and so often he knows what kind of mood I’m in before I do. He really is my “other half”.