I have an anecdote from my second Disney Cruise I have shared a dozen or more times since then. Our first Disney Cruise was a big family affair...my parents, my two siblings, our spouses (10 adults total), plus the four kids (I had the youngest, he was 18 months). Great time, but wife and I decided we wanted a cruise for two to try it out. We took our second cruise for our 5th anniversary, back in 2007. Just the pair of us. Our first cruise, we had sat at a huge table, just for the 14 of us. This time was about sharing. Disney being Disney endeavored to pair like with like. So we were with two other couples, one nearabouts their 20th year of marriage (from the Rust Belt), and another couple closer to our age that was on their honeymoon (from the Deep South). Both were pleasant couples, social and considerate, if quite a bit different. At our very first dinner, the ship was experiencing some waves, so we were rocking a bit. My wife wasn't comfortable, but she managed. She was luckier than her tablemates. Both of the other wives experienced some significant distress over the motion...I am fortunate, some time in the Navy gave me sea legs. The other two husbands were managing okay. Just before dessert, both wives decided enough was enough and headed back to their respective rooms. And herein lies the brief tale.
The desserts were very tasty looking ice cream sundaes. The newlywed husband was quite worried about his wife and her discomfort; he immediately excused himself to go to their room and check up on her, moments after she departed, just as the dessert arrived. Our waiter kindly sent his dessert after him. The more experienced husband calmly finished his sundae, chatting with us a little. He then reached over to his wife's setting, took her untouched ice cream sundae, and set about working his way through that as well, continuing to chat. When it was polished off, he smiled and excused himself, saying he should probably go check on his wife. My wife, of course, wanted to know what I would have done. I told her I would have respected her privacy, finished my sundae, and then immediately come to check on her (which possibly was true).
Therein lies the course of a marriage:
0 years - drop everything, rush to your side
5 years - three minute rule, I'll finish up real quick
20 years - let me eat that for you
I share this with my friends getting married, or recently married. One day, your spouse will eat your food as you dash to your room. Now that we are close to 20 years, I tell my wife I'd definitely steal her dessert if she isn't feeling well.