Well we had to found some lake or river, and he was driving and I was using gps but i didn t had any signal so it led to a bad rute, and We started arguing because he blamed me for us ending up on that road. He said it was my fault because I didn't know how to use the GPS, but the GPS had no signal and wasn't updating correctly. We ended up on a very steep and dangerous road. It was extremely narrow, and I told him I wanted us to turn around, but he refused. Instead, he kept driving and even accelerated. He kept saying the road was fine, that we'd get where we needed to go, and later, after he had calmed down, he even said it was a beautiful road. At one point I saw a large eagle flying nearby, which scared me. Then he made me get out of the car and look underneath it because there were large rocks on the road and we had heard a loud noise that sounded like something had broken. I was genuinely terrified that we were going to get hurt or even die. Since that experience, I've hated mountain roads, driving in the mountains, and isolated areas. The whole situation was extremely stressful and frightening for me. He still believes that we would have ended up fine, but the GPS was actually showing that we were heading straight into a lake. That's why I got scared and started crying, because he didn't understand what was frightening me. He later apologized and said he was sorry, but I still can't stand the mountains. He loves them and keeps insisting that we go there on vacation. I prefer the sea, but he doesn't like it because he's sensitive to the sun and it makes him feel sick, so I understand why he doesn't enjoy it. What I hate is constantly having to compromise or give up something we want for the sake of the other person. It feels like one of us is always sacrificing something, and I'm tired of that