And part of that paradigm of the "guest in one's own house" was the feeling that I was "doing chores." I swept floors (badly), did laundry (mixing colors and temperatures) and ran errands (and forgot things). And indeed, in my head it was much more about pleasing my wife (or, as I would have put it then, "getting her off my case") than it was about partnership. I would do these chores, thinking about how I was only doing these things because she wanted me to. I thought about how if I were single, I wouldn't have to do these things. I wallowed in passive-aggressive self-pity. Frankly, it was pathetic.
I've never been married, but some of the issues sound vaguely familiar somehow anyway.