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“Do you want to see a counselor? I’ve been watching a show
where a counselor ruins a marriage and brings it to the brink
of divorce. We need to be careful. We’re putting our lives
in their hands. I will come to one session as well. I think that
would suffice. I don’t want to spend that much money on it.
What expenses do we have anyway? I know why you’re
sad. It’s because you’re life is going nowhere and I’ve been
asking you a lot of questions, and you have no answers.
And you don’t know what to do or where to go. I’m sure
at least one of them rings true to you. I could be a counselor.
A counselor does nothing but listen to you speak while you
find your own answers. You don’t need someone outside for that.
Why is it that people didn’t need counselors 10 years ago?
Why now? Why can’t you just marry now? What is happening
with that course you were going to apply? What are you
wasting your time on? If only you stop…no, listen to me!

Did anyone say something to you? Why are you sad? Do you
want to see a counselor? “

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