The secret diary of a single parent bloke
We finally went to see a marriage guidance counsellor this afternoon. Since the “affair” (I use the term, even though she’s never actually admitted to anything), Katrina’s refused to go to marriage guidance. In fact, up until about an hour before the meeting, she was still refusing to come. I told her that I’d go alone, and for some reason, she didn’t want that.
We went into the building, and were led into a small cell-sized room. There were lots of soothing, mood calming things in the room- polished piles of pebbles (glued to the table), chinzy lamps (screwed to the wall), and so on. We sat down until the counsellor came in. Kat was obviously nervous, and threatened to get up any leave several times.
After a few minutes wait (although it felt like hours), the counsellor arrived. He was slightly older then us, and had the look of a kindly teacher. Over the next 20 minutes or so, I explained the whole situation from start to finish. He asked various questions, which I answered honestly. Kat was conspicuous by how quiet she was.
The counsellor tried on several occasions to bring her into the discussion, but she was evasive throughout, giving only single-word answers. As the session progressed, I noticed that the counsellor was directing more and more of the proceedings towards Kat, I assume to try to get her involved. And something odd happened: Kat burst out laughing.
The counsellor looked bemused, and enquired why she was laughing. She replied that she didn’t know, but it was all so funny. The counsellor enquired further, but Kat didn’t have an answer. She just carried on laughing.
The session ended shortly after this. The counsellor didn’t really offer any advice to us, or me, but he had some advice for Katrina: “Stop telling lies” and “work at your marriage”.