A woman will ask me to do something. The process is all that matters, and she has an autistically specific step-by-step process for how it must be done, which she won't share with me before I start. I'll begin the process, and she'll begin the process of criticizing every step of the process she didn't explain to me. The criticisms will be vague, rhetorical questions spoken in a tone of voice that suggests I'm the dumbest motherfucker who's ever lived, an unmanageable infant who's working on her last nerve. "You put the onions in FIRST? What are you-... Why would you DO that?!" When asked for clearer instructions, she'll explain her vision as poorly as humanly possible in a tone of voice that suggests I'm a petulant know-nothing who can't follow simple, obvious instructions. The end result doesn't matter, because if I do what she asks in some way that deviates from her stupidly specific, unspoken master plan, she'll refuse to engage with it. Cook a dish she asked for in a way that didn't follow her unspoken recipe exactly, and she'll refuse to eat it. Do a series of chores in a way that doesn't match with her extremely specific, unspoken expectations, and she'll sulk in silence and refuse to even look at the results. I don't think I've ever heard a woman voluntarily utter the words, "Yeah, that works."