A week ago I had my first session. Today was the second (and last). We cannot continue, because my husband's needs are paramount and counseling me would conflict with that.

Our marital relationship is too complex for her to handle, she said, and she cut me loose.

So I'm back, as I always have been since a wee child, to figure things out for myself, on my own.

So much for the good news I was told to expect today.