Last night I drove home from our son's house, my husband in the passenger seat. Every time a light turned red, I was instructed; "there's a red light, slow down." the whole way home, I nudged; let me drive. I see the light, I am slowing down, etc. . . As I prepared to turn left into our neighborhood the panicked man yelled GO, can't you see that car? He's hawling ass!
At that point I yelled back "I SEE THE CAR!!" It missed us by a mile, literally. The rest of the ride was silent.
Now, I drive daily. I know how to drive. I know how to take care of a lot of things I am corrected on constantly. I must say, it got better for a while. Now it's creeping back in. Makes me crazy!
I have an IQ of 155 for goodness sake. That said, I still need to communicate my frustration in a healthy way. I guess it's time for a talk. The only thing worse than being corrected, is the feeling I have following an outburst like the one last night.
Fantasizing the freedom in communicating my feelings and setting boundaries in a healthy way. WHA WHA. . .