I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.
I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her.
We sleep in separate rooms, we have dinner apart, we take separate vacations - we're doing everything we can to keep our marriage together.
It's tough to stay married. My wife kisses the dog on the lips, yet she won't drink from my glass.
My wife gives good headache.
With me, nothing goes right. My psychiatrist said my wife and I should have sex every night. Now, we'll never see each other!
Last time I tried to make love to my wife nothing happened, so I said to her, 'What's the matter, you can't think of anybody either?'
