But if there is ONE lesson I learned from my parents it is this.
DO NOT try to teach your wife how to drive a car!
If I recall, this was their first and longest lasting fight.
He never was able to teach her. He gave up trying, and he was not someone who gave up easily.
My mom took drivers education at the same time I did. We got our licenses on the very same day. I was sixteen, she was forty-seven.
Today at the nursing home hymn-sing, my mom got teary eyed. It was hard for her to get the words out, but she nodded towards the door and kept repeating softly, "dad", then "John". Next she said something about "three days". She hasn't seen my dad in three months. Mentally, she cannot remember things. Emotionally, she understands that someone is missing from her life.
There is a lot of history in a marriage that lasted sixty-one years. Not all memory is stored in the brain. Some of it goes deeper, and it remains.