One thing about being married is that sometimes you get to take road trips together. Another thing about being married is that sometimes you have to take road trips together. I’d say the sentiment depends on which hour of the road trip you’re in.
Bryan and I are both passionate about music, which seems great. How compatible! I think about us. We both love music! What a perfect couple! So much in common!
Unfortunately, we are not passionate about the same music.
And thus the impetus for our two most recent arguments was identified.
On a recent road trip, I got so frustrated about Bryan wanting to listen to Reggae when I wanted to listen to the Beatles that I had to take a nap in order to survive the drive. Another time, after Bryan mentioned that he didn’t care for a particular Simon & Garfunkel song that I happen to love, I got upset and cranked up Oprah’s Soul Sunday broadcast on Sirius radio, listening to it for over an hour just to torture him.
Which reminds me of a friend of mine, who once confessed that during an argument, she shut herself in the bathroom and blasted a nuclear mix of Alanis Morissette and Meredith Brooks until her husband curled into submission.
Which also reminds me that I used to do the same thing to annoy my parents when I would get in trouble and they would banish me to my room. Hmm… Maybe there’s something to that?