Title sounds bad, I can't change or select it, but hear me out.
I (31M) have been with my wife (30F) for eight years, married for ten. We have twins (4M, 3F) and a fairly comfortable lifestyle. We have a good relationship, no real big fights, etc. The only issue is that we intensely dislike eachother and don't agree on anything.
For some background, when I was 7, a local pilot was doing a tiktok challenge, and he maneuvered his small fixed wing Cessna aircraft to crash directly into our living room, obliterating my father and leaving nothing left of him except a dad sized pile of manburger. Due to this I developed a deep trauma about people doing things for bad reasons.
For example, my wife is unemployed, and 4 hours a month she volunteers at a local nonprofit that feeds plastic bags to endangered turtles. When she gets home she collapses on the couch, complaining how exhausted she is, and all she does after that is watch TV while eating junk food and designer bags. I on the other hand am an engineer, I work 30-35 hours a day eight times a week. On top of that I also drive the kids to and from school, help them with their homework, tutor them, coach them in sports, teach them knitting, enhance their physical abilities with CRISPR technology, show them how to properly file taxes, cook for them, clean up after them, chew food for them, basically almost everything. I do about 96.4% of the regular housework and chores. On top of that I have side hustle doing transatlantic doordash.
When I try to ask my wife for help she just rolls her eyes saying "give me the Gucci or get lost" and hurls a brick at my bad knee (tore my ACL during a cricket match) or "bring me the Birkin or buzz off" and hurls two bricks at my worse knee (tore that ACL during a walrus eating contest) then she goes right back to watching TV while scrolling her phone and eating designer bags.
Another problem is our sex life. As guys know, sex is a physical need, even if it's with a partner you wear down until they consent and is completely uninterested. But our bedroom is totally dead, we haven't been intimate in 7 years. Whenever I try to initiate, she hurls a brick at my head and says "you have a headache." or something. Recently I've started to lose attraction to her, I go to the gym three or four times a day but she has let herself go and has gained almost a pound in the past 4 years so I haven't tried to initiate recently.
One more issue is our upbringings. She was raised in a very conservative religious small town which has affected a lot of her beliefs. My brother is g*y and while she's never openly brought up his lust for cock, she gets super quiet and moody when she sees him. After he visits she takes her air rifle to the mall and takes potshots at "anyone who looks like they have pronouns" (her words.) She claims she doesn't care but her coldness is hard to miss, unlike the neon haired neopronoun users that she domes at the mall.
This all came to a head 2 weeks from now, when I got home after a particularly grueling shift. Dinner wasn't ready, the kitchen was a mess, laundry was left wet in the washer, half the kids were on fire, the hallway ceiling light was out, God had been killed, and the fan in the bathroom had been left on. My wife was on the couch as usual, gnawing on a designer handbag. I calmly asked my wife if she could give me a hand, at least with resurrecting God.
She blew up on me, saying I "don't do shit around here" and "don't appreciate her" and "don't know how hard she works" and "Greedo shot first" and "video games are for losers" and "trickle down economics is a viable strategy" and "the disney live actions remakes are better than the originals" and "I'm having an affair with the neighbor" and "I'm glad that small fixed wing Cessna aircraft turned your father into NSFW mulch so he wouldn't be here to see this" and "avocadoes"
I said "I have a different perspective on some matters of our household." She burst into room and stormed out of the tears. Now I'm wondering if I might be the asshole here. AITA?
EDIT: Wow, this blew up, just like the small fixed wing Cessna aircraft that exterminated my father. I'm trying to reply to all the comments with inflammatory details that make my wife look worse, but I can't keep up. I'm going to take yalls advice and sell my childrens organs then bet all the proceeds on 19 at the roulette wheel. Thank you all for your concern and comments IDK what I would do without you
EDIT 2: yeah