My wife's sleeping, so she can't answer right now, but it's okay for me to say this for her--actually for the both of us.
Namely, the thing she treasures most about me is that I've got her back. Anybody talks smack, it's all over. Get physical? Not a good plan. Steal? Betray? You name it, I'm on it.
Smack example: We hooked up in late 1996. In the spring of 1988, Pam was living sort of "away" from me for a while--in a high rise for the elderly and/or disabled--and my family apparently thought we were "split for good". Which we never were; I was at her place more days than not, but the relatives didn't read the signals right. An aunt made a smart crack about Pam. A brother in law laughed. So did a few others. I was present when it happened; Pam was not.
To make sure the word got spread to EVERYBODY, I let my Mom know (still alive then; she passed in 2002)...that any and all family members who thought that was funny...right down to one of my sisters if the shoe fit...were dead to me. Period. Cut 'em off, that was it. No prisoners.
They came around. Most of 'em made nice, and the aunt that made the original crack actually came to appreciate my gal. Even the few who still don't like her DO know enough to keep their lips zipped.
THAT, my Pammie treasures more than anything.