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Marriage Relationships

What forced my husband and me into counseling? His driving.

July 6, 2021

The marriage counselor sat behind a marred, wooden desk and peered through the computer screen at my husband, Charles, and me. He looked to be in his late 60s to early 70s, medium build, dark-hair, glasses perched low on his nose, otherwise nondescript except for a penetrating gaze that read “don’t B.S. me.”

He leaned forward and said: “What brings you here today?”

“Here” was the makeshift office in the second bedroom of our downtown Baltimore condo on a frigid January morning. Charles and I scrunched our chairs closer together so that both of our faces appeared on the monitor.

Continue reading Laura’s article in the Baltimore Sun here.

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