You walked into your husband's office, all dressed up and looking pretty. "Can I have your credit card?" You sweetly asked, "I want to go shopping." He stopped signing papers and looked up at you. He looked so damn dominant and in control. "No" He coldly answered, "You already went shopping yesterday. And the day before that, and the day before-" "Please?" You begged, "I won't spend as much as I did last time." "No," He firmly said, "That's my final answer." He picked up his pen and continued