My Husband Swears I Am a Man

My husband swears I am a man. Is it because I refuse to do housework, wash dishes, vacuum or shop? Possibly. But I never liked any of that stuff. I did it for over thirty-five years – things I despised. He has taken over the housework. Not that I care. And the laundry. Which I also do not care about. I did all the housework, laundry and grocery shopping the first thirty-five. That he has done it for fifteen does not interest me. I do not care if it gets done. Maybe I am a man. Because I feel free. After work I sit in a recliner and press the remote button. If there is a difference between the expectations of man and woman. This is probably it. Call me male. Just don’t call me into the kitchen.