I just wasnt thinking.
we were out at dinner, and i had a wine while we were there (only one, i swear)
On the way home, he insisted on driving, as he was worried about the wine i had, and didnt want anything bad to happen to me. So i let him drive, but while were driving, i simply asked him to slow down and keep to the limits, as my car is only insured in my name, and if anything happened, i wouldnt be covered...this made him get fired up, he thought i was nagging, but i was stressing more than anything, as i have always been the driver, and have a phobia of being a passnger in a car.

The more he got angry, the more fired up i became, and we ended up screaming at each other, the whole way home.
He was then, deliberately revving the engine, and tailgating everyone, not to mention driving over to the edge of the road heaps.

I was screaming at him to let me out...and he was just yelling back at me. I got to a point where i snapped, and actually slapped him in the face. (which i have nevver done!)

I then got out of the car, and started walking, i was balling my eyes out.

He followed me in the car, and told me to gt in, so he could take me home, but i refused....so he spun my car round and did this massive burn out up the road (I was furious, as i love my car)

I ended up just walking to our nearest shop, and bought a bottle of wine, and just drank.

Terrible i know, but it made me feel better, not in a drunken alco way, but just in a 'get-back' way. I felt like it would scare him into realising how bad i could go.

When he seen the bottle, he got angry (which i guess is a good thing), he told me that was a terrible thing to be doing...and this made me think it was getting to him, so i thought i was winning.
We had another big fight, where things were broken...he broke an ashtray and the glass door on my tv cabinet. Not to mention, the driveway was all torn up by his burnouts.

Next morning i woke up, and realised how silly the whole fight was, i felt like my hormones prob got me into more trouble than usual.

I waiting on an apology call from him, but nothing...i ended up calling him...which made me mad, but its what needed to be done to make the peace.

I really feed terrible about the whole thing, but its definately not an on-going thing, and i dont wanna go to my midwife or doc, cause then i seem like some hopeless mother, who is going to be depressed and drinking all the time
Cause thats definately not the case