It's funny (well actually not really) but we've both gone back and forth on the whole counseling thing. At first I wanted to go and he didn't. Then he said he would go but I didn't want to go unless he went to a counselor first to deal with his feelings over his dad's death.
He's only recently admitted he has not grieved his dad. A large part of our problems stem from his family. His mother hates me and as his dad was dying I was going through a mini MLC and was depressed. I was mad he wasn't there for me when I was depressed. He was mad at me for not being there for him while his dad was dying.
At some point our stubbornness spiraled out of control. He ended up having an A a year and a half ago and I don't think he really ever came back. We never talked about what happened or tried to address the damage to our M. Granted I had no idea that he had had an A.
So I suppose our M really needed this wake up call. I guess I was blind to just how bad things have been. It's almost like I was in survival mode and had no idea of the big picture.
Right now things seem grim but I'm just going to have to put my faith in love and hope we both have the strength to put the pieces back together.
