My husband and I haven't been to marriage counseling for quite some time. I think it has been around six or eight months.

It's not from lack of trying on my part, but my husband's work schedule changed at the same time as our therapist's office hours changed, so it just became impossible to all get together at the same time.

In the meantime, our therapist became more and more interested in me. He didn't even attempt to see my husband anymore, but scheduled me for weekly visits.

I started to back off from seeing him because I got the distinct impression that he either a) had the hots for me, or b) thought I had some intriguing mental issue that he was going to cure and then write a PhD thesis about.

So I'm talking to my pastor about how I would like to get back into marriage counseling and he offers to see my husband and me for sessions. Those of you who have been reading my story for some time may remember that my husband and I started out with our pastor for counseling but wound up with the new therapist when we went beyond the scope of our pastor's counseling capabilities (translation: I tried to leave the marriage and my husband threatened suicide).

I was excited at the prospect of getting back into joint counseling, but when I told my husband he was not too thrilled.

In fact, if anything, he seemed really annoyed that I had asked our pastor for marriage counseling. It's as if our therapist's fascination with me meant that there was nothing wrong with the marriage...just something wrong with me. That means my husband's work was done. As soon as our therapist "fixed" me, everything in the marriage would be fine.

Guess what? I'm not "fixed."

That was a couple of months ago, and we still haven't made an appointment to see our pastor. I don't know if it's ever going to happen. However, as I have demonstrated in the past, I'm the kind of gal who can certainly wait around to find out what happens next.