My wife and I went for counseling after 35 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was, my wife went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem we had ever had in the 35 years we had been married. She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy,emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking her to stand, unbuttoned her blouse, embraced her, put his hands on her breasts, and kissed her passionately as I watched with a raised eyebrow.
My wife shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to me and said, 'This is what your wife needs at least three times a week.. Can you do this?'
I said, 'Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.