I sit on the Psychiatrist's pink velvet sofa as her eyes are fixated on her notepad. "So you want to hear about the day it all began? I guess it started when I asked my husband for a divorce. I was just irritated with him, everything he did would annoy me. A part of me worried I had fallen out of love with him, but I also had other things on my mind, like my boss and his new expectations of me as Supervisor." My husband and I had gotten into an argument. It was silly, trivial, now that I think back on it.. but at the time, that moment was everything. I wanted a divorce, and I said the words to him. I hoped he would wake up at that moment, pull me in close, beg me not to leave him. He didn't. He calmly nodded, "if that's what you really want." No emotion. No struggle. He was going to let me go! I grabbed my keys, my work bag, and I headed next door. My best friend, Ivy, would know what to do. She listened to me quietly as I explained how our relationship is basically over, and he doesn't care at all. I knew she would settle my nerves, tell me I'm on the right track, and that in time, everything will be alright. She would agree with me, she gets me. She would totally agree that I have to leave him. Ivy, "You have to stay with your husband!" "What?!" "Marriages aren't easy, you have to constantly work at them. You have to put in work, just as you put in time at your job, you have to put in time together." "but you don't understand.. it's almost as if he WANTS me to divorce him. He seemed almost pleased when I told him I want a divorce. not angry at all." Ivy took my hand, "I agree with you. There is something wrong with your marriage, but you can't just leave. He'd take everything you have, and you'd have to split up the time with your boy, it would him to break up his family." "I guess.. I suppose you're right." Ivy thought for a moment and asked, "How's sex with Chad?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "It has everything to do with if your relationship is salvageable or not. "The sex is still amazing. Chad is an amazing lover, very attentive, and he's always surprising me." Ivy nods thinking to herself. I knew she was going to come up with a plan. I then remembered my friend from work, "Jenny from work knows a great psychiatrist that also does marriage counseling." Ivy rolled her eyes, "No, bad idea. Psychiatrists just want to suck you dry and dose you up. They're overrated and you don't need them. Let me talk to him " Ivy was going to make everything okay. She gave me confidence that I could be a better wife, a more sexually experimental wife. I felt as if she opened a door and showed a whole new world of pleasure to me. I was going to be the woman my husband deserved