Ok, some people have buttons. They are right out front where it is easy for certain people to push them. Your husband's seems to be the traffic/road rage button.
My delightful, really awesome step-step grandfather has that same button. He's a dream until he's in traffic. Then the little monster inside him comes out. It's nothing more than a bad habit, reinforced daily.
If you are telling the truth and your husband is a dream except for the road rage, I would try a state changer. Something really wacky that he has to quit raging to address. You can even get your kids involved.
Depending on their ages, my suggestion would be anytime he goes ballistic, you and the kids start cracking up as if it's the funniest thing he's ever done.
Then the next time he does it, have a little song pre-practiced for all of you to sing about grumpy grouches. He may get angrier at first but sooner or later, he will see what an idiot he is being.
The thing that stopped my personal road raging is something so silly. Someone once likened the highway to the blood vessels in the human body. No one bloodcell ever questions any other bloodcell about why they are going ahead of the other or rushing where another is just cruising along or trying to squeeze into a too-narrow artery ahead of any other cell. Their goal is all the same: to keep the flow going. To get the nutrients and oxygen where it needs to be. So now I just have a little mantra I say when someone is an idiot: we are all here to keep the flow going. It's not a race. It's not a contest.
Jennifer  |