Jane and her husband Marc went for counseling after 25 years of marriage.
When asked what the problem was, Jane went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25 years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked
around the desk and, after asking Jane to stand
and unbutton her blouse, he embraced her, put his hands on her
breasts, and kissed her passionately as her husband Marc watched with a raised eyebrow.
Jane shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down as though in a daze.
The therapist turned to Marc and said, 'This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?'
Marc thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays,
but on Fridays, I go fishing !
My kind of therapy
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Re: My kind of therapy
Id have to just drop her off on the way fishing and pick her up when i got done....
I come from a small drinking community with a fishing problem