Driving in the car

One of his salient characteristics of my husband is that he HATES changing his pace, be it on foot, on a bike or in a car. When my husband, my daughter and I are walking downtown and my daughter and I stop to window shop, my husband will not wait. He will keep going and expect us to run to catch up. If we ever go for a hike in the great outdoors (which happens rarely), he will never allow for pauses to look at an interesting bird or tree. He simply presses on. Many times, when my daughter was little, she would chase after him, fall, and end up crying miserably. He would get angry in response. So he won't walk with us anymore. He finds it too annoying to be held back by our interests.

Being a passenger in the car can be even more hair-raising. First, all other drivers are automatically idiots. If someone in front of us waits too long at a stop sign, my husband starts with the expletives. If the person in front is going slowly, looking for an address, my husband will fume and rant. On many occasions, he will try to pass to maintain his own speed, often under unsafe circumstances (we missed a head on collision once by only a foot or two). He tailgates incessantly so that he doesn't have to put his foot on the brake. The worst occurs if he has to pee. Then, he simply drives like a maniac. He doesn't recognize why, but I do!

Needless to say, I try to be the driver and rarely let him take my daughter anywhere. It is quite
debilitating, though, not to have a partner who can share in the never-ending carpooling inherent to having a child.