Well, this has been an issue the entire 5 years I have been with my husband, and it had gotten better since right before we got married a year ago, but somehow it still creeps out.
I AM MARRIED TO HELL ON WHEELS!
I cringe everytime I think about this. Heres some background...every Sunday, we go to his parents house for Sunday dinner which is around 3pm. They live about 35 to 40 minutes away, depending on traffic. So, we sleep a little later on Sunday, lounge around the house and then head over. Usually, its just me, my husband and our siberian husky, Bjourne, who goes just about everywhere with us.
Me and my husband have been having issues in our marriage, and I think it just stems from being busy, and not having adequate husband/wife time. So, we are working through that. Well, Saturday night, we had this ridiculously stupid argument, and I managed, as always, to make him angry! He brings out the best in me, but he can bring out the worse in me so quickly. So, he was already mad at me.
Sunday afternoon, me, my husband, my sister, and my husbands best friend, in addition to my "child" Bjourne all get into my husbands car to go to my brother-in-laws birthday party. We get off our dirt lane and head out.
Please understand that we live in a pretty rural area, and the soccer teams play in the elementary school field. There is a little country store across the street that sells gas, horse feed, hay, burgers, country BBQ, things like that. So, when the game breaks, people go over and get things. Here my husband is boogying at about 45, which is the speed limit, and this couple starts to walk acrodd the road. There was no way my husband could stop. Theres no crosswalk, so pedestrians need to be mindful of traffic. My husband proceeds to slam on the brakes, and the couple stops in the middle of the road, and gives us nasty looks. Apparently, the guy flicked my husband off.
So, before I know whats going on, my husband has whipped his car onto the road in front of the school with the purpose of finding this "gentleman" (using that term lightly.) and have a discussion about flipping people off. I am stunned...my 80 pound puppy flew ontop of my 96 pound sister, and Bjourne was getting more agitated by the second, so my sister and our friend was trying to calm him down, and I am trying to get my husband to stop it. So, he calms down, and circles back around (by this point, the offender has hidden) and leaves the school parking lot. I am angry for starters because, 1) he shouldnt have let some jack legged punk get him riled, 2) he scared Bjourne, not to mention almost suffocated my sister, 3) he not only put us in danger but other motorists as well, and last but certainly not least, he did this absolute AWFUL behavior in front of impressionable young children. There are probably 32 more reasons why that was wrong, but I didnt list them to him, and I am certainly not going to list them here. Once we are on our way, I calm down, and I think hes calmed down...key word there THINK...no. All of sudden, he slams the car into second gear, runs that gear out, slams it into third, burns out the clutch, and by the time he ever touched fourth, hes doing 80 in a 45!
Now, I have been in a horrific car accident that left me with 2 fractures in my pelvis and couldnt walk, and to this day, I still have nightmares and pain from it. I dont necessarily relish a second chance at one.
But I cant make him see that what he did just proves that not only is he irresponsible with his life, but also all of his passengers and other motorists. I dont know where this behavior comes from. I abhor it more than anything. He thinks I am still mad about Saturday, but I am over that. One situation has nothing to do with the other. He promised me last night that he would stop, but I know better. He will be a different situation and different behavior, so its not the same. And it doesnt help that my sister goes and narks to my mother, who in turn tells me that I need to refuse to ride with him...and I have tried that, but I cant drive everywhere. I decided that I am going to wait until I am a little less mad about this and approach the subject again. I just dont know how to get through to him....
Thanks, I just needed to vent.
I AM MARRIED TO HELL ON WHEELS!
I cringe everytime I think about this. Heres some background...every Sunday, we go to his parents house for Sunday dinner which is around 3pm. They live about 35 to 40 minutes away, depending on traffic. So, we sleep a little later on Sunday, lounge around the house and then head over. Usually, its just me, my husband and our siberian husky, Bjourne, who goes just about everywhere with us.
Me and my husband have been having issues in our marriage, and I think it just stems from being busy, and not having adequate husband/wife time. So, we are working through that. Well, Saturday night, we had this ridiculously stupid argument, and I managed, as always, to make him angry! He brings out the best in me, but he can bring out the worse in me so quickly. So, he was already mad at me.
Sunday afternoon, me, my husband, my sister, and my husbands best friend, in addition to my "child" Bjourne all get into my husbands car to go to my brother-in-laws birthday party. We get off our dirt lane and head out.
Please understand that we live in a pretty rural area, and the soccer teams play in the elementary school field. There is a little country store across the street that sells gas, horse feed, hay, burgers, country BBQ, things like that. So, when the game breaks, people go over and get things. Here my husband is boogying at about 45, which is the speed limit, and this couple starts to walk acrodd the road. There was no way my husband could stop. Theres no crosswalk, so pedestrians need to be mindful of traffic. My husband proceeds to slam on the brakes, and the couple stops in the middle of the road, and gives us nasty looks. Apparently, the guy flicked my husband off.
Now, I have been in a horrific car accident that left me with 2 fractures in my pelvis and couldnt walk, and to this day, I still have nightmares and pain from it. I dont necessarily relish a second chance at one.
But I cant make him see that what he did just proves that not only is he irresponsible with his life, but also all of his passengers and other motorists. I dont know where this behavior comes from. I abhor it more than anything. He thinks I am still mad about Saturday, but I am over that. One situation has nothing to do with the other. He promised me last night that he would stop, but I know better. He will be a different situation and different behavior, so its not the same. And it doesnt help that my sister goes and narks to my mother, who in turn tells me that I need to refuse to ride with him...and I have tried that, but I cant drive everywhere. I decided that I am going to wait until I am a little less mad about this and approach the subject again. I just dont know how to get through to him....
Thanks, I just needed to vent.