Driving with My Dad Is Its Own Kind of Anxiety 😵‍💫

I actually beat my fear of driving a while ago — and honestly, I even enjoy it now. But lately, driving with my dad has created a whole new level of anxiety for me. It used to be that I was nervous without him. Now I’m nervous because of him. His favorite line? "I know the way, you don't need GPS." 🙃 Except somehow, I end up turning at the last second because he gives me wrong directions! The worst was yesterday: he gave me bad instructions, then freaked out when I ended up on the wrong side of the road. There was a motorcycle in front of me, and all I needed to do was signal left, let them pass, and ease back over — no big deal. But he was screaming so much, I couldn't even think straight. It was humiliating. I swear the biker heard everything and probably thought I was clueless. Honestly, I’m still kind of mad about it. Anyone else have “backseat driver” horror stories? 😤 #DrivingAnxiety #BackseatDriverProblems #ParentPassenger #CarConfessions #LearningToDrive