I recently remarked to my therapist that my wife was my best therapist. She had no training what so ever in in therapy, she was just "life smart". When I was depressed, she cheered me, she had a wonderful sense of humor and would soon have me chuckling. When my ever-present, life destroying anxiety was raging, she was the calm port in the storm.
I was defeatist, self-deprecating and with low self esteem. I would sit sometimes and ask myself how I got such a wonderful woman. But I evened up the score, later in our marriage, when she started having so much trouble with her diabetes. After her last eye surgery and she had become completely blind, I came and sat beside her, grabbed her hand and told her everything would be alright. After some tears, she related to me that her room mate, who had also just gone blind as well, had only just had a baby, had her husband come to the foot of her bed and announced that he was leaving her and taking the child with him.
My first thought was to go find the son of a bitch and beat the crap out of him. My second thought was that there was no way in hell I was going to abandon her in this her time of great need.
Morale of the story...if you find one that can learn to live with your beast, she's worth your best effort to keep her.
Sarg