When I met DH I was late 20s, had kissed a few frogs with princely trappings, had a very good career and had 80% equity in my own house.
DH was intelligent, moral, decent, had incredible prospects and was a bit boring in many ways. I loved him. Whether he'd earnt the average for his sector, left his sector or became the niche international expert he did we'd have been alright because I have always been his equal.
We treated family life as a team with neither having more power than the other.
If he'd proved himself to be a shit, I'd have left with what I brought. Had a pre-nup.
Occasionally he has had a prattish moment or demand and i've been able to tell him nope, absutely not or sod right off. The day a woman can't do that without treading on eggshells should be the end because anything is better.
We have given equally to our family and relationship. I have facilitated his 70 hr weeks by working 35 and picking up the domestic slack in another 20. Organising au-pairs, cleaners, gardeners, refurbs, schools, holidays, etc. He doesn't and hasn't told me what and how because he trusts me and I trust him.