being a househusband is making me weirdly anxious. my wife works a lot. like... a lot. she's good at what she does and she makes enough that i don't have to work. we have help for the heavy cleaning, so most days i water the plants, read, fix little things around the apartment, and wait for her to come home. she's good to me. she remembers my meds, buys my books, makes sure i eat, knows i get lost easily. but she came home after 1am yesterday with her shoulders so tight i could feel it through her shirt, and after i rubbed them for half an hour i still felt useless. am i just taking up space? please don't be mean about her. she's really good. book recs would be nice too. the waiting part is long.