Chapter Eight
Marriage Counselor
“Alex, I think we should go to a marriage counselor,” my wife said completely out of the blue.
“A marriage counselor?” I blurted. “For what, Mira? Were you thinking that you might stop seeing Jack on the side?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “I think we might be able to work on some of the things I’ve asked you to do that you won’t do for me.”
“The last two were over-the-top,” I sneered. “No self-respecting husband would ever…”
“That’s what I mean,” she interrupted. “You have no feelings for my needs.”
“I don’t see how going to a marriage counselor will have any effect on changing my mind regarding your last two ridiculous requests,” I said.
“Could we at least try?” she asked moving close and stroking me. “It means a lot to me. So much that I will a
