I think my wife and I have been in counseling for three years now. I’m done, but she wants to keep going back for “tune-ups.” I think we are charged $120 per session and we get an hour. Insurance pays maybe $40 back to us.
He was helpful in getting us to feel safe to bring up the things that were bothering us. We would dredge up stuff, and talk about where it comes from, and then he’d try to help us figure out how we could meet both of our needs.
He wouldn’t let either of us dominate. He wouldn’t let us interrupt the other. We got to have our say fully. This was very important for me because my wife could be very defensive. She had to learn how to give me the space to express myself.
Our main problem was a lack of “connection.” I think that is an all-purpose word that stands for trust, communication, love and magic. It’s a feeling, and it’s hard to know what it is made of.
My problem was a lack of sex, which is the chief way in which I experience “connection.” Since I’d been cheating, my wife got scared that I might truly leave, so I think it scared her into having more sex with me, but of course, that wasn’t really what I wanted. I wanted her to want me, not to feel scared or obligated into doing something.
I was astonished that my wife was afraid I’d leave. I thought she’d be happy to see the last of me. Clearly she wanted me more than I was aware of, although she didn’t express it in a way I could understand.
Alas, three years later, things are not a whole lot different in one way, although we’ve learned a lot. We have a connection, but it’s not a passionate one and it doesn’t feel like what I’m looking for. I feel loved, and I hope she does, too. I feel distant, though. I feel like we work well together, and that is a valuable thing. We have great children and that is valuable. We care a great deal for each other, too. There’s a lot going for us.
Still, I’m not feeling it. Sometimes I wish she would leave me alone. But mostly I wish I had that passion that would let me want to be with her; seek her out; want to know what’s going on in her head. This is not how I imagined marriage would be, but it’s 21 years later, and there’s an awful lot of momentum going for us, and a hell of a lot of damage to expect if we crash on some rock, just because my soul is not fulfilled.