I appreciate my husband to death, but sporadically he entirely makes me wonder. I do not understand what is going through his head when he does some of these ridiculous things. He bought a motorcycle last year and wrecked it within a week. He was blessed to only split his arm, but I told him immediately that he needed to get rid of it. He cannot afford to die on that motorcycle if we have children together. He wasn’t particularly happy about this, although he understood my position and where it was coming from. I lost my own father when I was young due to a mountaineering accident. If my father had just stayed home and not gone on the trip, my siblings and I would have had a Mom growing up and my mom would have had a husband. Granted you could die just getting in your motorcar on a random afternoon, but you’re greatly reducing the likelihood of an avoidable death when you go on a locale like a tall mountain. Another thing my husband does is he turns on the heat even when outside. I entirely do not understand why he cannot feel comfortable separate from the heat on even if there’s heat coming in the windows from the sun shining outdoors. Tell him to turn the heat off and turn the air conditioner back on, and if you cannot handle it he can throw on a sweater. He’s not going to make me suffer just because he has some weird affliction regarding chilly uneven temperatures, my pal and I have to learn to live together and my husband is the one that seems to not understand this.