The right way is his way - it's an uphill struggle!

So there we were on Saturday afternoon, preparing to paint our front fence, which is quite long. Mr H had been ready to start for at least half an hour, but I had some other chores to do first, like Hoovering up the all-pervasive dog hair, and he was getting impatient, but wouldn't start on his own, goodness only knows why! I am a pretty messy painter, so got into some very scruffy, paint splattered clothes and set to. I grabbed a brush, and started on a fence panel.......
"no" says the fence painting expert, " you need to start with this one"
"Why?"
"Because it's best if you start here"
"Why?" I ask, feeling a bit like a 5 year old! "What difference does it make as long as the fence gets painted?"
He starts becoming flustered, as he does when challenged. "Well if you're going to be difficult....."
I know it's petty, but I really cannot allow myself to be dictated to and controlled all the time, sometimes I just have to rebel. I picked up my brush and carried on painting the panel I'd started. He went back into the house, and I painted the whole fence on my own. It took me 3 hours, and I was knackered afterwards, but the fence looks good, even though I didn't do it his way. This is when I struggle to tell the difference between AS and A*SE, possibly a mixture of the two. We didn't speak (or rather he didn't speak, I chattered away as usual) for the rest of the day, which was peaceful!
I usually go for keeping the peace and not upsetting him, doing things the way he wants, but it does get wearing, and I do feel like I have sold my soul.
Hannah x