Susan and her husband, William, went for counselling after 27 years of marriage
When asked what the problem was, Susan went into a passionate, painfully
blistering tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 27
years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness,
loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, and so on and so on. An
entire laundry list of unmet needs and slights she had endured over the
course of their marriage, most of which William had forgotten or barely
remembered.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time,
the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking Susan to
stand, unbuttoned her blouse, embraced her, put his hands around her
breasts, and kissed her passionately as husband William watched with a
raised eyebrow.
Susan shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down, as though
in a daze.
The therapist turned to William and said, 'This is what your wife needs
at least three times a week. Can you do this?'
William thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off
here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.' Would
you mind picking her up?
Susan and her husband, William, went for counselling after 27 years of marriage
When asked what the problem was, Susan went into a passionate, painfully
blistering tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 27
years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness,
loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, and so on and so on. An
entire laundry list of unmet needs and slights she had endured over the
course of their marriage, most of which William had forgotten or barely
remembered.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time,
the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking Susan to
stand, unbuttoned her blouse, embraced her, put his hands around her
breasts, and kissed her passionately as husband William watched with a
raised eyebrow.
Susan shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down, as though
in a daze.
The therapist turned to William and said, 'This is what your wife needs
at least three times a week. Can you do this?'
William thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off
here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.' Would
you mind picking her up?