Dare I say that I’m a little jealous?
My OCD is very severe, so much so that I pulled myself out of the dating game a long time ago. The only woman I ever knew who truly understood what I was dealing with, and was therefore willing to put up with it, was pulled to the other side of the country by her employer. She was the last serious relationship I ever had.
I envy you and your husband. And I’m quite happy for the both of you. Mental illness shouldn’t translate to a lifetime of solitude. It would seem you understand that and have enough self-respect to let yourself be loved, which is a heartening thing to discover. Enjoy it for as long as you have it, even on the bad days. :)