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I went to my 25th year high school reunion in August. I'm standing there talking to this guy I haven't seen since graduation, and I realize I recognize his wife from SOMEWHERE. I ask her where I know her from. She hems and haws, then LATER, she whispers to me that she had been the marriage counselor that the ex and I had seen. Oh, YEAH, that was it!!!
I told her, right then and there, that NOTHING that happened in her office when were in there together helped us at all. And I told her WHY, too. It wasn't because she did a bad job. It was because my ex didn't really want to address anything REAL. Everything was whitewashed, or talked around, but not truly hit head-on. Or, she simply b*tched about typical, low intensity, normal chick complaints. It was all a big farce.
See, in "marriage counseling," one party is usually "wrong," and either: (1) They know it, and bullsh*t their way through the "counseling," or (2) They DON'T know it, and they rationalize, evade, misrepresent, and LIE, consciously or unconsciously.
If both parties are wrong, they BOTH do it. Even worse.
This woman was so nice about it all. We even laughed about the whole thing. I had seen her individually a couple of times after the ex gave up, moved out. (Then I divorced her.) Guess what? She did help me see a few things more clearly, but ALL the advice she gave me about how to handle the ex was useless, and did no good. I didn't tell her that, though.
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