Counseling killed my marriage, and maybe that was the intent of the counsellor.
I didn’t want to throw my wife under the bus by explaining why I had an affair, so I concentrated on the counselor’s questions about me, regarding me and my behaviour.
After four or five sessions I still had no opportunity to provide my side of the story: my reason why I wasn’t happy and why I had strayed. It was two on one. Female counsellor and wife versus me. On the initial visit my wife actually said to the counsellor “Sometimes he isn’t interested in sex with me, and then I catch him masturbating to porn on the computer in the basement.” Well, that was rather embarrassing but somehow I don’t think I’m the only male guilty of this.
The (female) counsellor looked at me like I had just strangled a kitten.
Counseling was a very one-sided, humiliating and embarrassing experience where I got no opportunity at all to provide input as to why I had did what I did. It was an attack on me and my personality without any recourse from me to state what my position was. Fucking waste of time that did more harm than good.
I’m glad I’m separated now and should have done it 10 years ago, but I’m also glad that I lived with my kids till they were teenagers.