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The Wild Edge of Love Series Part 2
Finally….Couples Couseling
It was the summer of 2017. The summer before, I had met a man and had an immediate bond with him. Our friendship-and I mean friendship in the traditional sense-was a balm for my soul. He talked me through some of the hardest realizations of my life. Those being: that I had sold myself short by waiting for my husband to go through 20 years of school to go to school myself; that I had limited my options by staying home and homeschooling my kids; that the disconnect with my husband was a void in intimacy; that I have taken my whole world’s problems onto my shoulders and needed to do an enormous detox. It had been all too much, and I had needed someone who could listen and understand. He and I are still friends, and we still talk about that time.
That friendship was seen as a real threat to my husband and his idea of what our marriage had been. It was not a threat at all. What was a threat to our marriage was the new perception of our lives that was creeping into my worldview. I was seeing things as they truly were, and not how I had hoped they would become. By the next summer, he was ready to try counseling. I had asked him before to step into that most uncomfortable of spaces, but he had declined, always making some excuse as to how it was all my problem anyway. Because I was the one who went to therapy.
