...it's clear to me now that you don't actually even want to be her husband. You want to be her
slave. This explains everything about how you act regarding her. The pegging, the SS Uniforms, the willingness to wear fursuits (while at the same time denying her even being a furry)... instead of doing what a real husband would do - acknowledge flaws and attempt to work together to fix them - you instead pretend there aren't flaws at all, lie about flaws to downplay, or just pretend none exist at all. Because acknowledging them would be conceding ground. And you just can't have that, can you?
Oh, and what do you know?
There's a Ken song that matches this perfectly.