I'll second your wife's driving being frightening. Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but it seems to me that you're saying this is an ongoing thing. One little dent isn't a big deal; hell, everybody fucks up. Just last week I backed into a fence. The issue is that it's a constant thing. Sure, maybe at the moment it's just nicks and scratches in parking lots, but that says to me that she's not paying attention to what she's doing in those parking lots. And if she's not paying attention there, she's probably not paying attention on the highway or in the city streets either, which means she could end up seriously hurting herself or someone else.
Driving is a very casual thing. We drive everywhere as a rule and we end up taking it for granted. That's not a good attitude to have. I know my car weighs just over two tons and I have enough of a physics background to know just how much force is behind two tons of steel that's travelling at 30 mph. You don't even need a physics background to know that it's a lot; not something to be taken lightly, in my opinion.
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I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
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