Submission? Bull, father.

There is an old joke about two middle aged Irish grandmothers who listened to a young priest give a long sermon on the holiness of marriage.
"Ah, wasn't that a wonderful sermon" said the one.
"Ah yes, 'twas. And I wish I knew as little about marriage as he does" replied the second.

Father C. is a holy man, but his language is flat.
The danger of "submission" is that it leads to passive aggression. I see this in my step son who, when his wife (who was the liason for their subcontracting) got the check in her name. He promptly told her she had to learn to submit, and shut down the livelihood business, to teach her submission.

Never mind that this meant perhaps fifty poor local villagers lost their income supplements. (the livelihood allowed women to do piecework at home watching their children...maybe only 100 pesos a week, but that is a day's wage here, and will buy 5 kg of rice to eat, and was vital for some of the families.)

I wouldn't submit to my husband. He's a doctor, and bosses people around. I'm also a doctor and boss people around. But we love each other, and have common attitudes toward things. So when he wanted me to move her fifteen years ago, and I knew I would have no income and no retirement, I refused. But he understood: Money is important.

But now that I have a pension (well, not really...due to a technicality I am not eligible and it was stopped) so I retired.

Because I love him.

and besides, we both get horney...