Aug 31, 2022
4 min read
Our Marriage Therapist Fired Us
I didn’t want my marriage…until I was told it was beyond fixing
The first thing I noticed, other than the chaotically cluttered office, was the therapist’s handlebar mustache. It took up half his face and hid most of his mouth. The second thing I noticed was his oversized wooden desk and the tiny loveseat across from it. There was no other seating.
