I am blessed to be married to a guy who respects my privacy... I have nothing to hide but it's the respect thing, you know?
I told him that he has my permission to read my journals after I die. We have no secrets so there's nothing that would shock or hurt him.
Many years ago, I was engaged to a fellow who one day told me in quite an arrogant way that once we were married everything of mine would be HIS too, so that meant he was going to read all my journals. No, I don't think so, was my reply. He kept pushing and became more and more adamant, and the more I refused (finally declaring that I would burn the *%$# things rather than have him read them!) the madder he got, finally accusing me of "having something to hide." I did not have a thing to hide, I tried to explain; it was just the principle of privacy and respect. I would never read HIS journals if he had any. He didn't get it.
That was the first of many red flags. How glad I am that I did not marry him!