A marriage in trouble

In a soft voice, a voice tinged with tears, Deb slowly put her feelings into words. “I don’t have to ask you. I know that I’ve been that bad, and that scared too.” Looking at Jack, “You got Joyce to do the heavy lifting because I wouldn’t listen to you. I tried hard to not listen to you. What I’m afraid of is that I don’t know if I ever can? I’m 41 years old, I’ve always been this way.’ With that, she started wailing.

She was wailing for the damage she was doing to her family, to her kids, to her husband. Wailing for the loss of her father and the bitch of a mother who barely held it all together with her daughters for those years. It took several minutes for her to compose herself when she spoke again. “I don’t know where I can start. I really don’t know.”

Jack spoke up. “Why don’t you ask Jenifer?”

For the first time in a long time, Deb felt a little bit of hope. Deb looked around at the three of them and then focused on Jenifer, “When can we start?”

“Jenifer answered, “Next Tuesday at 7PM, just you and Jack. We’ll lay the ground rules and set our goals.”