I hear you. My wife irons, cleans the house, and cooks wonderful meals for me every day. For my birthday the other day, she made homemade fresh baked bread, chicken cutlet parmigiana (a great Italian dish) and two layer chocolate cake for desert. Oh, and she's a classical pianist, and she played me DeBussy's Claire de Lune after dinner, from memory.
I'd take a bullet for her. What is single life, compared to this?
Say your prayers that you found a good one.
See, there are plenty of us wonderful wives out there.
You guys just have to look!