He doesn't always get it 'right' but he tries. When we first moved in together, I was decorating the Christmas tree and could not find the little wire hangers for the ornaments. I have a very short fuse, especially when I KNOW I have something and cannot find it. He listened to me rant and rave and get mad about not haivng them. Finally, I just 'gave up'. After a while, he said he had to run some errands. He came back with those little wire hangers. Just sat them on the table. Never said a word.
He did middle of the night feedings, almost all of them, with our son. He changes diapers, gives baths and is a fun daddy to his boy. he is pretty good about giving me a break away for a while each week. He works hard, very hard, at a job he really doesnt like so I can SAHM. And , when I am totally furious with him, he does something or I find some small thing he has done to make my life easier.
Asshat! But, he is my asshat, and I love him, for better or worse!