Scenario: It is 4:34 PM in the afternoon and 75 degrees in the middle of February. A husband and wife are enjoying the balmy weather and the fact that the children are outside. Hubby is reading the Richmond Times Dispatch and the wife is reading the latest gossip magazine grabbed off of the shelf in the local super center. The children are enjoying the weather, screaming, laughing, and playing; unaware that there is a tornado watch warning in effect and that their parents are trying to tune them out.
Wife: “You know that octuplet mom does look like Angelina Jolie.”
Hubby: “You don’t say.”
Wife: “Michele Obama is one classy lady. I hope to one day inherit her sense of style.”
Hubby: “Nice, very nice.”
Wife putting down magazine and looking out of the window: “Why is Tamara screaming like that? Gosh she can be so melodramatic!”
Wife turning to hubby: “What would you do if I pierced my tongue?”
Hubby: “Nothin’. “
Wife: “How about my nipple?”
Hubby: “Don’t care.”
Wife: “Want to adopt a baby?”
Hubby: “Something to consider.”
Wife: “Are you listening to me?”
Hubby looking up finally from newspaper: “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” Turns back to newspaper.
Wife: “The therapist said today that we should be more open to talk more with each other. Come on answer me, talk to me, look at me!”
Hubby sighing and putting down darn newspaper: “Alright, what do you want to talk about?”
*One full minute later*
Wife picking up magazine and grumbling to self: “You never listen to me.”
This ladies and gentlemen is what marriage counseling does to a couple after only three sessions. We’re still a work in progress.