Mine does the same. He makes me feel like I'm 12 years old, when I'm in my 50s. He knows that I left home at 18 to join the military, traveled around the world alone, and was a single parent for 10 years, so I'm more than capable of taking care of myself and I know how to do things. But it's constant instructions from him, even for things as simple as when I'm having difficulty screwing a lid back onto a jar. I can't even talk about work because he'll say, "You should do this," or "You should have done that." WELL DEAR, I DID do this, but I CAN'T do that, because it's against policy. I know my job, not sure how you know it, though. He also tells me which shows I should watch and how to change recipes I've been making for decades. Arrrg!