Hubby reminded me today of a story about my father that I had told him once.
My father ruled by what he referred to as “democratic dictatorship”. Whenever it came to family decisions, he would give each of his six children a deciding vote. My mother was granted ten votes. He received twenty. You can see who had the deciding and final vote in any matter.
Fortunately things aren’t that way with Hubby and me. We talk things out until all viable options have been discussed. We then make our best joint decision based on all of the information we have on hand at the moment. It is a method that works well.