I make no effort to stand on my "authority" in my home. Once early on when my wife asked how a man should be the head of a family, I said "It's not something the man does, it's what the wife does." She didn't see what I meant. Once in a while I will ask her where I fit in on a plan or a project, or in her life. . . . .
I also deny to her that I expect her to just listen to anything I say.
So here's the logic: If she doesn't understand a principle I like to use, she won't understand why I do what I do. If I try to tell her, what she will hear is something invented in her own head. . . not my idea, nor placed in my intended context, nor suited to my purpose. I might say it would help if could talk things over until we understand each other, but generally that just looks like too much trouble for her. She wants some kind of one-line zinger she can hang out on the clothesline as "Exhibit A" that we are doing the best thing and nobody can be tolerated for thinking otherwise. I think that's what pride usually is. . . .
I want people to engage their own abilities as much as possible. Letting me a crutch, even as a "leader", doesn't accomplish that.
So, anyway, her father used to teach her to "think for yourself", and she is still, years later, literally his ideological disciple. What he said stands, and she will defend it to the death. And try to nail me down to it exactly.
So, anyway, I do my own thinking and go my own way, and she goes hers. It's just the fact that it turns out we have so much more in common with each other than any heavily-worked discussions can accomplish for most couples. We do our little individual lives and maybe give each other some hell, but nobody is going to work out better for either of us.
I am usually amazed when we do have a peaceable discussion about something to understand how she came to the same belief I have, from such diametrically opposite facts and reasons. . . .
We are both people who like our own way, and who will not submit to anyone happily, and nobody would ever "fit" the way we fit. Me on my ranch or on the road, she on her job or with her girls. I get out of her way, and good things happen, and happen faster and better than I could direct. I go off on my own and do the same with my work.
Still, however that may seem to be the case, fully one half of my time is used doing things for her. And half of her time at least is doing stuff for me.
It could be, we both have this delusion of independence we love. . . . .