Just don't bother! I had a mad ex with borderline personality disorder. Every time I would get comfortable surfing she would have a psychotic fit and drive home without me.
She did this twice from Byron Bay. It is not my fault the place is full of beautiful women; all I wanted to do was hang ten! Once from a comp at Crescent Head. Then a near attempt from a comp in Sydney where I won one division. These prominent surfers from the 60's were complimenting my style after the presentation and she runs in demanding that if I am not in the car in five minutes she was going home without me.
Like most of these mad bitches she believed It was all my fault. Even if she had tried to run me over with the car or stab me, this is the story she would tell others and the authorities. The typical result was like the time I had this oversized bogan try to belt me at s caravan park. Luckily, I saw the beefcake coming to grab me as I was picking up a kayak and got him a sharp elbow up the jaw knocking him into a fence. I recommended he stop drinking during the day. Lucky too the sympathetic park manager informed me the bogan had phoned the cops. I guess he had seen this happen more than once before?
The funniest thing was that after I finally got rid of her she went to Byron with this gay ex-neighbour who incidetally made the best hash cookies. As the first confessed homosexual to successfully sue under anti discrimination legislation, he was one extra harmless cream puf. He had the most hilarious story to tell me about how she had a crazy turn and started throwing his designer wear out of the tent into the rain and mud. He got the plane home!
So if you sense your partner suffers pathological jealousy that will make her impossible to please, don't even think of taking her on a surf trip. My tip is piss her off now! Oh, and to the hero and his mates who stood up for her at the Crescent comp, I hope you all married one of these crazy bitches!