My grandfather gave me some advice when I was a young man that turned out to be golden. However, I'd like to share the backstory to give the advice context.

We were moving our cows from the winter pasture (property by his house) to the summer pasture (leased BLM land in the mountains). My grandfather runs his cows with his best friend, so his best friend is also moving some of his cows. When we arrive at the summer pasture, one of the already-moved cows is in labor and looks like she's having some problems. We immediately go over and after some investigation we discover that the calf is stuck because it's breech. Well, about three hours later the calf was delivered (stillborn) and the cow was fine. Dehydrated maybe, but fine.

Right about then, the wife of my grandpa's friend showed up. "I was worried about you guys. You said you'd be home in an hour or so and it's been four hours and I just thought something might have happened. I've been worried sick..." blah blah blah.

TL;DR We got in the truck and my grandpa said, "Right when you get married, tell your wife you're going out and you'll be back in an hour or so. Come home four hours later and don't explain yourself and don't apologize. Do this four or five times in the first year you're married, and then your wife won't try to keep you on a leash."

TL; DR the TL;DR No man should be on a leash, however well-intentioned the leash-holder may be.