The only way I have been able to do it without starting a fight, and causing myself so much anxiety is to be very Zen about whether I live or die. The last time we traveled I just decided if I die, I die. I figure I am going to have a heart attack from the stress anyway, so I might as well just lean into acceptance, stop trying to be in control and just relax. It actually worked, believe it or not. I was the most calm I have ever been in the car with him. My body was not tense, I did not grab the armrest and gasp, I just sat back and observed it all with detachment. I am not saying it would work for everyone, and it may not work for me next time, but I am so tired of the way I've been doing it, I just decided to give up and let whatever happens happen.

It is obviously a man thing that has to do with testosterone. We can't change it as we have all proven. And they see our criticism as a challenge to their masculinity. I am done with all that shit. I will just let him kill me if that's to be my fate.