Though I suppose it will probably not link properly (as it's from
http://nytimes.com),
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/02/fashion/02love.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all is a good anecdote.
"""
Instead of issuing ultimatums, yelling, crying or begging, I presented
him with options. I created a summer of fun for our family and
welcomed him to share in it, or not — it was up to him. If he chose
not to come along, we would miss him, but we would be just fine, thank
you very much. And we were.
...
And one day, there he was, home from work early, mowing the lawn. A
man doesn’t mow his lawn if he’s going to leave it. Not this man. Then
he fixed a door that had been broken for eight years. He made a
comment about our front porch needing paint. Our front porch. He
mentioned needing wood for next winter. The future. Little by little,
he started talking about the future.
It was Thanksgiving dinner that sealed it. My husband bowed his head
humbly and said, “I’m thankful for my family.”
"""