Yeah, whatever.
It's a man thing, Cecilie. Which is to say it's a control thing. One of many things that makes them unpleasant and at times dangerous to live , with or depend upon.
When I told my ex "I've just planted flowers in the front yard flower bed...please stay away from them and don't step on them" he decided that was the day to spread rock...and he stepped on each and every one *inadvertently*.
When I told him "don't feed the horses this rotten bale of hay that's been in the back of the truck all winter, it will make them sick" I came home from work the next morning to find the bale out in the pasture and my 6 beautiful horses (1 heavily pregnant) eating the deadly shit.
When my ex insisted that he wanted to move with our family into his mother's perfectly restored (well, maintained, really....no restoration, they never quit using it and spending money on it) Victorian family home, complete with antiques (many of which came across on the Oregon Trail) I resisted. He assured me that if I sold all my stuff I could use the house as if it were my own. Then when I'd sold everything and moved there, he started moving things OUT of the home just to keep me from using them. He stored them in a crappy storage unit off his parents' home, where the roof leaked and destroyed tens of thousands of dollars worth of beautiful antiques..that were too good for me.
I no longer have the energy or the disposition to tolerate such smallness of character and I encourage every woman on the face of the earth to refuse to tolerate such outrageous behavior. If you're wise you will dump the shit before it gets worse. Because it will NOT get better.