That he wasn't such a clean freak. People think I'm lucky to be married to a man who spends so much of his time cleaning. I'm not...he repeats the cleaning I've done "so I know it's done properly", and in a martyred way, as if he has been asked to do it. If I try to retaliate by not doing it at all, he is even worse - does it but complains bitterly about how hard he works, such long hours, and then he has to come home and clean...I can't win either way. He has been known to hover near visitors with a dustpan and brush, and to sweep up their cake crumbs from their chairs the moment they stand up. Embarrassing (but also, I'm afraid, quite funny.)
Basically, his way is the only right way, and that applies to everything in our house. I can put up with it when it's just me who is being criticised but we have some colossal rows when he does the same to the rest of the family. He just can't stop himself, although it has caused a lot of friction with our daughters and son-in-laws.
Well, he has been my DH for nearly 40 years and I'll never get him to change his ways. He drives me mad sometimes but we're still together. I guess I love him!