You thought you were in charge, didn't you? You thought you could manage your finances, make decisions, and live your life as you saw fit. But I'm afraid you've been living in a fantasy world, my dear husband. The reality is, you're terrible at handling money. You've made mistake after mistake, and I've had enough. Let me explain the new arrangement. I've taken control of all your bank accounts, assets, and passwords. You no longer have access to your own money. And with that, I've taken away your last shred of autonomy. You'll soon realize that your new role in life is that of a pet - my pet. You'll follow my orders, obey my every command, and surrender to my will. I'll use whatever tools necessary to ensure your compliance, no matter how severe they may be. And as for your pitiful existence, I'll dictate every aspect of it. You won't have a say in anything, including who I invite into our home. My lovers will come and go as they please, and you'll be nothing but a silent observer, grateful for the scraps I toss your way. This is your new reality, husband. Get used to it. You're no longer a partner, a friend, or even a human being. You're a servant, a pet, a plaything for me to use and discard at my whim.