I will admit before I got back into driving the mere thought of it would have me in tears. If DH had a go at me about it I would become hysterical and hyperventilate. I understand his frustration at having to catch a taxi to the airport when we had a perfectly good car. He was silly though, the times he wanted me to drive where the scary times, he could have eased me into it rather than getting angry as to why I did not want to drive the Tulla in peak hour. His anger just made me worse.