Couples counseling
As I’ve been letting people know, they ask if we’ve considered counseling.
“Sure,” I say, “we’ve been in counseling for over three years, so I guess we’ve considered it.”
The biggest disillusionment we’ve had with our therapist is that she refuses to tell us who is at fault. My wife thinks I am, and I think she is. And we both have Very Good Reasons and Lots of Evidence to back up our positions.
Beth was talking to her own therapist (everyone in our family has one) and mentioned our therapist’s husband.
“Oh, did she remarry?” my wife’s therapist asked.
That’s how Beth discovered that our therapist was not the happily married mother of multiple boys, but rather a divorced mother who lived with a man to whom she was not married.
“You knew?” my wife asked. “How did you know?”
“Well, she doesn’t wear a wedding ring. She and her children share the same last name, but the man who lives in their house doesn’t. Whenever you ask about her husband, there’s a half-second pause before she answers. And at least once in the past she has referred to him as her ‘significant other’.”
“I don’t know,” she says, “this seems to be a case of physician heal thyself, or something.”
“So,” I ask, “you want to start over with a new therapist who’s happily married?”