The other day, I had to drive down the store on my own. Yes, I finally drove my car alone. Hubby was tired from work and napping and felt lazy to be with me on the car so I went to the store alone. I was a bit nervous knowing that anything can happen. I was a bit edgy knowing that I am driving on a “permit”. I was a bit jittery knowing that my car is new and I don’t wanna ruin it. But I was really really careful. I went to the store and back without a single scratch.
From this experience I was able to draw a conclusion that… I am better off driving on my own because Hubby’s bitching just doesn’t help me learn to drive well.
Yeah… It’s been my experience that in ANY situation [driving, cooking, watering the lawn...etc...hehe] that bitching NEVER serves a good, higher, or useful purpose other than teaching me to NOT do those things when the source of bitcherama is around.
For example, my beloved has hardly been to work in the past three weeks due to a back injury. Do I even have to express the kind of hell my life has been? I love him but when I have to take over doing what *he* normally does…oh the agony!
I could have empathized with his back injury more fully if I weren’t so busy trying to empathize with my own pain.