I hate bad drivers.
My ex boyfriend, Tommy, is probably the most unsafe, scary driver on Earth. He suffers from "I am a badass adrenaline junky" syndrome.
I'm pretty sure there are still fingernail marks in his car seats from me holding on and begging for my life. He is a horrible tailgater, riding up people's asses with only a couple feet to spare. He always put on the breaks at the last possible moment, so every red light was whiplash-inducing. He ran stop signs because he was pretty much going too fast to see them. He was never paying attention, so he'd be weaving in and out of his lane. We almost ran off the road a few times because of his stupidity. On the highway, he would be talking on the phone, eating a burger, and driving with his knees or something. He sometimes told me to "grab the wheel" so he could do something like take off his pullover. All the while we were going 80 on the freeway. I think he'd let go anyway if I didn't grab it.
I don't care if people want to kill themselves driving like a moron, but the fact that he did it while I was in the car tells me he didn't love me or care about my safety. I told him I was uncomfortable, but he never changed. He just called me a bitch and a backseat driver. He'd say things like, "If you keep telling me how to drive, you're going to CAUSE an accident!"
I'm pretty sure there are still fingernail marks in his car seats from me holding on and begging for my life. He is a horrible tailgater, riding up people's asses with only a couple feet to spare. He always put on the breaks at the last possible moment, so every red light was whiplash-inducing. He ran stop signs because he was pretty much going too fast to see them. He was never paying attention, so he'd be weaving in and out of his lane. We almost ran off the road a few times because of his stupidity. On the highway, he would be talking on the phone, eating a burger, and driving with his knees or something. He sometimes told me to "grab the wheel" so he could do something like take off his pullover. All the while we were going 80 on the freeway. I think he'd let go anyway if I didn't grab it.
I don't care if people want to kill themselves driving like a moron, but the fact that he did it while I was in the car tells me he didn't love me or care about my safety. I told him I was uncomfortable, but he never changed. He just called me a bitch and a backseat driver. He'd say things like, "If you keep telling me how to drive, you're going to CAUSE an accident!"