Not about quilting, but...
A few years ago we lived in a house where I had two closets for all my clothes, shoes, etc. I have a problem keeping things straight (enough said about that). While I was out of town my DH decided to "help" me by taking everything out of both closets and rearranging everything so that it would be in what he thought was perfect order. I came home while he was in the middle of it and literally got hysterical. It sounds funny now, but I felt totally violated. I don't keep secrets from him so that wasn't the issue, but the feeling was there nevertheless and it was strong.
This turned into a huge thing with him trying to get friends to say what he did was right and good, and me sobbing. I know it sounds silly, but neither one of us has forgotten it. To this day he won't go into my closet unless I ask him for help, even to hang up laundry. How crazy are we?
Luckily we love each other and, for the most part, get along well!