My dear OH drives me mad when he sees me get my key out and then jams his in the door just before my key can hit the lock. He does the same thing when I get change out for car park meters. Mine comes out of my purse: in his goes to the machine! When we were given a green bin for recycling he used to grub around the kitchen waste taking out things I'd consigned to the bin (usually contaminated with food and not in a fit state for recycling). If I suggest something he does the complete opposite. He is an angry ranter and shouts about a whole list of bete noir: the BBC, potholes, weather forecasters, Jeremy Corbyn (anyone who leads leftist political parties really), the NHS, transport systems, other drivers.
However, I have my own faults too and my family generally put up with my eccentric eating habits, my OCD cleaning habits, my general lowish spirits and my habits of solitude. Therefore, I reckon it's all a bit of give and take.
Recently the dear OH had a health scare which might have resulted in my losing him and that showed me, not that I needed showing, how much I would rather have him around.
As to his good side the OH is clever, funny, literate and literary, a good husband and father, loving, a good provider and has a wealth of knowledge on all manner of subjects. He loves Shakespeare and Mozart and cries at sad films. I can forgive the keys and small change.