Just had a huge row with my fiance about driving.
He has always had fast sports cars, just sold his Porsche and picks up a sodding mazarati at the weekend. He suggested a road trip to Scotland after lock down ect.
There is no way in hell I'm going. His driving absolutely petrified me. He doesn't really break the speed limit - but I feel he drives way to close to the car in front - he always seems to be slamming on his breaks. He pulls out in gaps my crappy nissan would never make in time - I just can't help being scared. Last road trip to Wales I physically threw up I was frightened so badly.
I spend journeys with my eyes closed and actually shaking.
He basically says I suck the fun out of driving and thinks I'm completely pathetic. I've tried to explain why I'm frightened i.e in my car I'd never be able to pull out in a small gap because I don't have the oomph like his car does.
I feel he makes NO effort when I'm in the car to drive more considerately i.e just leave a little bit more space between us and the car in front.
Am I a raving lunatic or should he accept I don't enjoy his driving?