The need to control me........

Mr H needs to feel that he is in total control of every aspect of his life, and that need extends to trying to control my life too. I don't think that this need is malicious, but it is very very annoying. He likes to have every last detail planned in advance, and can't cope with change, he likes to plan meals a week ahead, and even plans silly things like which route to walk the dog, or whether to fill up his car with petrol on the way to work or way home. Does it really matter?
I have an old friend coming to stay for a couple of nights next week, Mr H will be away with work, but feels, for some reason, that he should be organising what she and I do, eat, etc. I have already decided what to cook, and have bought or planned to buy the ingredients, and have told him this,  but he has to interfere and keeps making suggestions. When I say that it is already planned he takes offence and sulks, because he thinks that his idea is better (it's not!), and although I have told him several times that while she is here we have planned to visit another old friend, he insists on telling me what he thinks I should do. He usually starts off by saying "you need to........" and my heart sinks . I would not dream of suggesting what he should eat when he is away, or when he is home alone, to be honest I am not interested, it is for him to decide. Normally I can keep quiet and ignore his interference, but sometimes, like today, I just can't.

We have just had a night away in a town a couple of hours drive away, really enjoyable wandering round lovely old buildings, eating out and generally having a good time. On the way home we stopped to look at a cathedral and (bonus!) we found a waitrose so bought a couple of curries for tea tonight. Food, and the planning of,  is of enormous importance to Mr H, whereas I just see it as fuel and will shovel down whatever I fancy, and I know that he was getting twitchy because we didn't have anything planned. Anyway when it came to it, neither of us fancied curry so we froze it, and at this point it all went horribly wrong because Mr H decided he wanted a bacon butty but I didn't. Now it shouldn't be a problem, he could have his bacon butty and I could have cheese on toast, but no, he insists we have to have the same (why?) so then he sulks because I won't back down and eat something I don't want.

So we have had cheese on toast, he didn't eat all of his because he was still sulking, I am sitting in the conservatory typing this while he immerses himself in the TV.
Happy days!
Hannah x