A woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, “You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know what?” he concluded. “What, dear?” she asked gently, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth. “I think you’re bad luck.”
After 35 years of marriage, a husband and wife attended a therapy session. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the years they had been married. On and on and on she mentioned neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured. Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched – with a raised eyebrow. The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this? Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I golf.
