I would make a damn good husband.
My first husband first pointed that out to me when I was juggling two full-time jobs to keep us afloat. He would remind me of that the following year when I pushed our Ford up a hill in the snow and ice, and again the year after that when I fixed the botched "do-it-yourself" tune-up he'd tried to perform on his car.
At the time, it was a tremendous source of pride for me. I was proud of the fact that I could work hard to take care of my family. I was also proud of the fact that my daddy had taught me basic mechanics of cars, simple machinery, etc. and I wasn't afraid to get dirty. I was proud of the fact that I was self-sufficient.
Of course, that was ten years ago.
These days it just annoys me.
I'm on my second husband now and I don't want to make someone a damn good husband! I want to HAVE a damn good husband so I can concentrate on being a damn good wife.
I don't want to have to be the one that knows how to fix shit, or be the one that has to keep up with when the oil needs to be changed. I don't want to be the one who has to make all the major financial decisions or make sure the bills are paid. I don't want to be the one who has to climb up on a stool to change a light bulb because he can't figure out how to get the cover off.
Believe it or not, I can cook and clean and all that other "wifely" shit, and would love to do it more. I'd love to be an "old-fashioned wife" but I resent the hell out of someone asking me to do both!