At the therapist

 

So ... we went to the therapist. She asked how long we've been married. 

The therapist marriage guidance counsellor lady asked this; not my wife. My wife knows to the day when we got married. I forgot our anniversary once, and she made sure I'd remember in future.

Anyway, I said to the therapist that our marriage was so long ago that the marriage vows were in Latin.

"That long?" she asked with a feeble smile.

"No ... we are Catholic and Latin is the only language God understands!" I replied.

My wife accused me of being facetious and always making jokes; and I don't listen when spoken to. 

The counsellor said that whilst humour can relieve tension ... then she said some other things which I can't remember.

Then she asked whether we argue a lot. 

I said that since we got married we only had one argument on our wedding night.

The counsellor said that was impressive, only one argument. I said that since then I did not want to interrupt. My wife got upset at that.

The counsellor said that as time goes by love sometimes tends to grow cold ... and a few more things I forgot what she said.

I remember she said we should love each other like turtle doves. I said we are birds of a feather. She smiled at that.

I added, "More like parrots rather than turtle doves!" She frowned at that. I explained that one partner can't stop talking and I get tired listening. My wife got upset again.

She said she sometimes felt unloved. My wife that is, not the therapist. We were not there to provide her with marriage guidance; although I think she needed it judging by her sour face.

The therapist explained to me that sometimes women need reassurance that they are loved. I suggested that I print "I love you" on a laminated card and my wife can read it whenever she needs re-assurance. 

The therapist was not pleased with me and said a few things which escaped my mind.

Then she talked about love, and caring and sharing and a few more things. I remember clearly at the time I was thinking about what to write on my Blog. Then there was a sharp elbow in my ribs.

So I said suddenly, "That's right ... I understand!" 

She was pleased about this, I think, because she smiled. 

Then I remember she said that her husband was a therapist also; and she suggested we all get together; me and my wife and her and her husband to explore possibilities further.

I felt uncomfortable with this. Namely because our bed is too small for four people. Besides, it might upset our dog.

What do you think? Does she need therapy guidance or not? The counsellor not my wife.