When my husband had two small strokes a couple of years ago.
He had to surrender his driving licence for 12 months and I had to drive his car!
Several times I felt close to opening the passenger door and pushing him out!
He criticised every gear change I made, moaned I was going too fast or too slow, didn't like my road positioning, moaned about my indicator timing, complained about my parking, etc., etc.
The whole experience changed me, too. I'm not as nice as I used to be!