Yeah,...whatever you do, don't go see a marriage councelor.
Their job is to wrinkle up they forehead while the woman yaps along about what a chitbird you are,.. ask, "He did that?!,..He did that?!,...and to occasionally look over at you while wearing an incredulous expression and say, "What da fug were you thinkin' about?!!"
After about an hour of this, he charges you $100 and sends ya home with an appointment to come back next week for some more of the same.
If he's really good at it,..the wife ends up givin' him some,..and you get to pay him $100 an hour for it.
It's best just to hit yourself in the balls with a hammer every time the wife suggests that you two go to a marriage councelor.
It's pretty much the same thing,...it doesn't cost $100 an hour,..and it's just one less guy that ends up pokin' ya wife.
It's kinda like this:
Wife "Boo-hooooOOOOOooooooo!,...we need to see a marriage councelor!"
Husband "What about I just hit myself in the balls with a hammer instead?"
Wife "Close enough."
