She Is the Problem
A man came in frustrated, asking how he could change his wife.
What do you want to change her into? I asked.
“A frog? A dog? A pug-nosed hog?”
I like being a therapist who can "play" with their clients.
He did not smile.
Ah, a serious guy.
I cannot get her to do the things a wives do, he said. She is a slob.
Being a slob is my mantra; I only clean up for work, and not that often.
So, I kept my face straight and tried to not stick out my tongue.
I do not have any idea what she does all day, he told me. She is lazy.
Lazy Bones Wife has six children and lives in a trailer.
We know how spacious they are. and it is so much fun to clean them.
After more complaints about not being able to train the wife,
I invited him to bring her with him next time he came.
He brought her, but she was not “allowed” to talk.
I offered her free individual counseling at the end of this session.
He refused it, saying it did not make sense. She was the problem.
I encouraged her to come see me if she wanted, but she didn't.
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