by Tara Pringle Jefferson
When we got married, I really wanted to sit down for some good ol’ fashioned premarital counseling before I walked down the aisle. Everyone was acting like our marriage wouldn’t last past the first year, making snide comments like, “You know, you don’t have to get married just ‘cause y’all had a baby.” The fact we were both in our 20s (I was 21 and he was 26), were dealing with the pressures of being new parents, and we were each other’s first serious relationship gave others room for pause.
Although I knew in my heart that this was right, I wanted to make our marriage as strong as possible beforehand by participating in counseling, but my husband wanted no part in it. For him, it’s a privacy thing. He doesn’t feel comfortable discussing aspects of our relationship with anyone else.
During a rocky part of our marriage, I went to my husband still crying from a fight we’d had earlier and asked him if he thought we perhaps should go to couples counseling – maybe. I was hoping my wishy-washy stance on the issue would help him be more objective in making his decision, that he wouldn’t say no just to spite me.
It didn’t work. He refused to go, I got tired of begging and didn’t see the value in going solo. We ended up praying it out and lo and behold, we pulled through.
But I still wonder how much faster we would have been through that rough patch if we had been able to communicate with an objective outsider, who could see possible areas of conflict that we hadn’t learned that we kept falling into.
I know we were not the only twosome who was in desperate need of couples counseling but one or both parties were reluctant to go.
BMWK readers, do you have a story to tell about couples counseling? Did it save your marriage? Make it worse? Let us know!
Tara Pringle Jefferson is a freelance writer living in Ohio with her husband and two children. Visit her blog, www.theyoungmommylife.com, to read more of her keen observations about life, motherhood and love.