Historically any time my husband and I go out of town is is nothing but a fight fest.

The sad part is the reason we had a good trip is I resolved to not say a word unless it became a life threatening event.

The road rage, yelling at other cars, slipping off the road and driving so fast it's terrifying.

It's odd to me that he thinks all is well.

He's happiest when there is basically zero interaction and he can do exactly what he wants.

Definitely isn't the partnership that most folks consider to be a given in marriage.