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My what?!

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex therapy with tags , , , , , , on February 3, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m fucking angry.
And I fucking hurt.
It’s less than an hour since we walked out of our third therapy session. And I’m fucking angry. And hurt. And frustrated.

Going into the safe space of the counselling room, after the previous few days, I felt no inclination to contribute. Fuck it. Let someone else do the work for a change.

Sue (our therapist) seemed stuck. She looked to me to start. I wasn’t starting.
My Wife looked to me. I still wasn’t starting.
Fuck. Apparently no-one else could start.
Sue was being paid to run the room. Let her fucking hold the conch.

I can’t remember where the conversation finally started.
I can’t remember much about the arc of the narrative.
In response to something that was said, Sue steered us back to Continue reading

Nothing to do with my childhood

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex therapy with tags , , , on January 24, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

At some point during our first therapy session, when referring to one of my own less than perfect character traits, I’d laughed and made a joke by saying Tell me about your childhood. Sue, the therapist, made a note and gently cooed We can do that if you want? [Cue exasperated sigh.]

A couple of weeks (and Xmas) necessarily passed.

Early into our second session, my Wife mentioned something about Us having come from similar backgrounds. Instantly Sue latched onto this and refered back to my comment from the previous week. I pointed out I had been joking and that, even though my parents had died when I was young, I’d had to live in a cupboard under the stairs and had been shipped off to boarding school, I had Continue reading

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