I felt that way for 25 years and remember it well – often seeing a secretary or a client in a nice outfit and feeling jealous. I remember driving to work on a morning before some VERY stressful meetings and seeing a woman jogging carefree in the park wearing colorful leggings and a flopping ponytail. I imagined her going back home, getting dressed, taking care of the house, and welcoming her husband home later. Then I snapped out of it and had to face my day.
Now I dress each day, take care of the house and welcome my wife home – it’s what I was meant to do. And I’m happy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.