Help! My wife is a terrible driver.

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Dear Prudence,
My wife is a bad driver. She is a really good, sweet person, but behind the wheel she's a menace. She speeds, weaves, tailgates, brakes late, and rages at other drivers. We've had some pretty strong arguments, but she's never been as mad at me as I guarantee she will be at half a dozen motorists on her commute home this evening. Over the past six years I've managed the body-shop bills, handled the insurance and the speeding tickets, endured frightening rides from the passenger seat, and pleaded with her to change. But now there's a new wrinkle—a child. With the imminent birth of our first child, I sincerely want to ban my wife from driving our innocent newborn—anywhere, ever. In my opinion, letting her chauffeur our child amounts to reckless endangerment. Of course, she thinks I'm being unreasonable, crazy even. What can I do? I don't want to get divorced.

—Married to Hell on Wheels

Dear Mar,
You really must put your foot down. This girl sounds like a rotten driver with a temper to match. Tell her she has two choices. She can take an anger management class, preferably one geared to drivers, or use taxis and buses. She will surely agree that the safety of your child is paramount. If she gives you static and is in denial about her vehicular skills, see some kind of neutral mediator. The body-shop bills, the insurance increases, and speeding tickets should be quite convincing to any outsider.

—Prudie, speedily

Dear Prudence,
I am getting married this coming August to a man I adore. We are very much in love and certainly compatible, but certain people at my workplace and in my social circle have a problem with our ages ... or more importantly, my age. My fiance is 30 years old, while I am only 22 (will be 23 at time of marriage). Our close friends and family have no problem with the age difference, and they're very excited and supportive. We never saw our age difference as a problem until certain women in my workplace began commenting on how young I am and "how little experience" I have with life. I'm a recent college graduate with a good job and am a responsible adult. Instead of drinking and partying my way through school, I studied hard to finish a semester early. Yet I feel like they think I must be too immature to be married. I have been with this man for three years and we have built a very strong relationship. How can I tell these women I am hurt by their views and that it's none of their business?

—T.S.

Dear T.,
My dear, eight years' difference is a mere bagatelle. The kind of concern your officemates are displaying should be reserved for real May-December matches ... like a 20- or 30-year age difference. Your situation might qualify as a May-June romance. Don't bother telling these women that you're hurt by their views or that it's none of their business. If you absolutely can't resist, tell them you wanted an older man because you want to get your hands on his Social Security. That ought to settle their hash.

—Prudie, sarcastically

Dear Prudence,
About four years ago, when I was a college undergraduate, I met a guy online through a non-matchmaking Web site and we became chat buddies, nothing more. He had a girlfriend and lived across the country, and I was having fun playing the field. Over time, our conversations become more in-depth. About two years ago, we finally got up the nerve to call each other. Three months after that (things kept progressing and we really liked each other), he flew out to see me for the first time. It was better than I could have imagined and has only gotten better since. We are still a long-distance couple but see each other about once a month, and he is planning to move in with me this summer for good. I have met his family, he has met mine, and we all love each other. There's only one problem: My mom doesn't know how we met. I know that I shouldn't be ashamed of meeting the man of my dreams on the Internet, but my mom associates it with bad people (she is not technologically savvy). Everyone except my immediate family knows the truth and thinks it's a pretty neat story, so I guess my question is: Do I tell her?