I didn't know it was a club.
He's not an adept dancer.
In today's world, I don't believe that agreement is what you make it out to be. The need for two salary households has altered that space. I do know my wife was more formally educated than myself, and I hold a couple of post graduate degrees. It required more deliberate time management and help from extended family, with which we were fortunate. I wouldn't have surrendered my child rearing participation in even the most menial aspects. I do agree that asset fairness in distribution should a marriage dissolve for any reason should be equally equitable, and today, with many women earning more than men, that can go both ways.
I am not claiming the version my cousin's daughter gave me is verifiable which is why I stated "I will take the word of the two officers who identified his voice." If they had painted a more deleterious image of the guy, I might not have been so easily convinced.
Don't count on anything but more rationalization from the OP. His views of women are based on his own disappointments and personal limitations. I went into my first marriage with all intentions to rule. Two days later, I accepted reality.
We remained married until she passed, relatively happy, whatever that means, but definitely satisfied with each other and more loving than the first day. The mutual ability to compromise was more valuable then head butting encounters. Tho we had our moments.
"You will not buy that farm!"
"I will buy that farm!"
"Not!"
"Yes!"
Repeat and rinse, repeat again for weeks. Leading to:
"Okay, but I'm in charge of decorating and the gardens." The kids and grandkids still love it there when on vacations and weekends, it was where we had our greatest pleasures as a family. Each of my children had their weddings at the farm. She wasn't in charge of decorating and the gardens, she was in charge of everything. I was only the hired hand. One win wasn't so bad. And she never argued my taste in beer, wine and other alcoholic beverages, but she made better cocktails and sangrias. One of the commonalities with my new wife. They never looked alike, but they both carried and carry themselves with the same self respect.