the marriage game

I didn’t want to go to counseling. For weeks I resisted (mostly ignored) increasingly frequent pleas from my husband.  Grieving a medical diagnosis for our then 2-year-old son, I was perfectly content in the fog of pity and isolation I had created for myself.  Counseling, I believed, was totally unnecessary.  And quite frankly, I was too mentally and spiritually exhausted to take on the task.  We were merely going through a phase: our child would get better, then we’d get better, and all would right itself. But, of course, nothing… Continue reading the marriage game