My wife thinks I am the god of the house.
I feel you, bro'.
When I come in the door the first thing my wife does is ask if she can make me a sammich. Then she asks me how my day was and politely listens to every detail, hanging on my every word. Afterwards she rubs my tired shoulders and takes me by the hand to our bedroom where she fulfills all my wildest fantasies of marital bliss. On weekends she stops between chores to fluff my pillow and top off my beer.
Married life is just amazing.