You were having coffee with your girlfriends talking about how unhappy they were. How Amazon deliveries were their dopamine high. You just sipped your coffee.
You didn't spend your days fighting your nature. Your husband did the masculine jobs you hated. You did the feminine ones you love. And all of the jobs were done.
It beat the hell out of a dead-end job, sapping your strength. But that was the price of "equality." You'd rather be your husband's property any day of the week.