It's not helping with the chores, it's sharing the load.
And it sure as fuck isn't luck, Mildred. It's hard work. It's communicating, even when all you want to do is fall asleep or run away. It's choosing day in and day out to not let yourself fade away in a routine. It's not settling for the things that really matter.
It's not easy. And let's not forget, I CHOSE this man to be my partner. It's not luck: I know what it takes to be with me. And I'll never settle for less.