I Wish We Had Married a Woman Too

My husband often says to me “I wish I’d married a woman”. I am usually sitting spread legged in a chair, scratching at the time. Or I am pointedly not picking up a huge mess for two weeks. I always roll my eyes, knowing what he really means. He means “I wish we had married a cook, cleaner and maid.” I am none of those things. Sure, I used to pretend to be. Since this incarnation God poured my soul into a female body. Not my idea, believe me! I resented this from childhood. When Danny H always got by with yelling out the answers. Without raising his hand, but if I did it, I got lambasted by the teacher. I knew better than to point this out after the sixth or seventh time. She was a mean woman, and partial to boy bodies, not girl bodies. Then menstruation happened, which was more horrifying. Boys never have to deal with all this blood and inconvenience. Being a girl was not my goal in this lifetime believe me. I feel we are neither male nor female, rather spirits who rent. Some lifetimes we rent female, other times we rent male. How I got this wrong this time, I do not know but…. I hate cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, and doing the dishes. Luckily, my husband knows this. He is doing the laundry now. He is also buying the groceries and running the dishwasher. I think it is fair. I am thirty years ahead of him. I used to do all the housework and the yardwork. He would work his measly forty hours and rest. I am resting now. It is my turn since we did not “marry a woman”.