My husband and I have been together for over 20 years. We met in high school and watched each other graduate high school, college, and graduate school, find (and change) careers, and become parents.
We watched each other become adults and now we are watching each other age. I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach.
One fascinating aspect of my work as a couples/ family therapist is that it gives me an intimate view into the current cultural dynamics of couples.
For the last twenty or so years, over half the couples I see contain the "nice guy" with his frustrated wife.
Has my Teflon-coated mind not retained a single shred of serenity? When Peter died, the only thing that kept me sane was writing about grief. I recognized that by spewing out my emotions with honesty, I was helping others which meant it was work that made me satisfied.The server encountered an internal error or misconfiguration and was unable to complete your request.Please contact the server administrator, [no address given] and inform them of the time the error occurred, and anything you might have done that may have caused the error.More information about this error may be available in the server error log.
'Do you think God is punishing me for having sex with a man 20 years younger than me?
' This was the question I asked a close friend when I was about to file for bankruptcy back in 2011.