Perfectionist, Control Freak, Me

My biggest struggle in my life at the moment is getting a hold of my control freak side. I like everything JUST SO, and no one can do anything as well as I can. In my mind, I'm not being a jerk; it's just a fact of life. Letting anyone else try is just going to end up in an enormous failure and I'm going to have to pretend that I like it, and won't fool anyone.
For example:
This morning, my boyfriend was nice enough to want to make me coffee and eggs for breakfast. I couldn't let him touch my coffee, he doesn't like it as light as me by far; and my eggs....well I'm super picky! I only like a certain type of cheese, they need to be mixed a certain way so as to be the perfect amount of fluffiness, need to be cooked with either Pam or butter, I don't like stuff mixed in, can NOT be any form of runny, and burned is just sad.
But here's what I did:
He let me do my own coffee because he's the sweetest man alive.
And then I saw him preparing the pan for eggs. He was lining it with olive oil and putting some sort of herb mix stuff in it and I may have started to internally hyperventilate...
me: "Hey babe, are you making eggs for yourself too?"
Jim: "Yeah, there's enough for both of us."
I almost asked if that pan could be his. I almost made him make mine exactly the way I wanted them; no...I'll just do it myself.
And then he looked at me.
Yeah, sounds cheesy, but he had this look on his face like he almost knew I was going to correct him. Again.
Jim: "Is that what you were worried about, that there wouldn't be enough? Or was it something else..."
Me: *sigh* "Nope, that was it. Thanks honey."

For all of you people out there that aren't control freaks, this was HARD.
I'm not being intentionally mean, I'm not saying that he isn't amazing at everything he does. I just like things a very certain way. Both my parents and my brother are the same way.
When I was growing up, it was just my mom. She liked to keep a VERY clean house....I'm talking floors cleaned with a toothbrush by 9 am every day. My dad and I were almost completely Sanguine. {{for those of you who don't know what that means, here is a link to the four personality types: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Temperaments we are all primarily a mixture of two of them.}}
My brother was much more like my mother, but I usually ran him over with my sanguineness, and me being his big sister, he wanted to be just like me.
After my brain injury, the sanguine in me died a little, bringing my choleric side to the forefront. With age, my father's sanguine has done the same thing, as well as with my brother.
My mom went from being in control of everything, to being run over by all three of us at the same time.
But I learned something really important from her. It was letting go.
She LET us be who we are. She stopped trying to push having a clean house on us; because it wasn't that important to us. It's still very important to her, but she pulled it back so that we could have some peace in our family. (NOT to say that our house isn't clean, it's just not scrubbed-with-a-toothbrush-by-9-am clean)
It's important in a relationship to let the man BE the man. Not to push him, not to tell him what to do; even if sometimes you really do know better than him.
It is SO hard for me, just because of who I am. God thankfully blessed me with a man that won't LET me run all over him; he's helping me be the kind of woman that God wants me to be, while still being who I am. I am so lucky.

And let me tell you: that was the best omelet and potatoes that I've ever had. I don't think I could make them better myself, and thats not me being nice. :)

"Too often we don't realize what we have until its gone. Too often we're too stubborn to say sorry I was wrong. Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart."