When I was a little girl, oh, twenty-five years ago, marriage counseling was something people only did if they were contemplating divorce. Whenever I heard that someone was seeing a therapist, it meant that horribly bad things were on the horizon. It was shameful—people would have hidden their therapists in plain brown wrappers if they could. It was with this mindset that I approached my own need to go to a therapist after my husband and I had been married for about eight years. We’d had some disagreements that we couldn’t resolve on our own, mostly stemming from the different … Continue reading →