Where are you all living? Montana?

$160/hr!!! That’s more than I pay my BMW mechanic! Although it is totally worth it and I only end up paying $20. Thank God for health insurance. Oh wait. I’m getting screwed anyways!

Back to the point, do you think those public fight people realize what asses they are making of themselves, or are they just totally oblivious and self-centered and they have no concept of public space or their effect on the world around them?

I vote for the latter. I would love to see that go down and interrupt them to tell them to “shut up”, but I think they would have no idea what I was talking about and be offended by my interruption. But then again, I LOVE confrontation.

I’m probably just uptight from spending all that money on therapy and BMWs and insurance and drugs and therapy. So much therapy.

Good point. Which leads me to this: Is it normal for a therapist to tell you that she’d LOVE to listen to the list she asked you to write of 10 reasons you love your partner, but she has a dog at home who is hungry. Ouch!

Oh but wait, please consider that she DID give some stellar relationship advice that she coined from the HIGHLY respected premiere authority on relationships….JADA PINKETT-SMITH! Ugh!

leoskeo - “locked into a statistical certainty of premarital sex.” Take out the words “locked”, and statistical”, and “certainty” and I’m totally on board with you.

However, if you have those statistics, I’d LOVE to see them!

Paul - Perhaps you and “Pul” need to resolve your differences in couple’s therapy!
:)

You know what’s even worse than public fights? Public cell phone fights. The one-sided loud fight where the body language (and actual language) makes it clear what is going on, but it looks like the person is angry at a small piece of technology and not a person.

Hmmm, maybe they are actually fighting with their cell phones. I have been known to give mine a verbal beating from time to time…

Once I was counseling a couple who was bent on having a fight. So I told them to have a huge one. Call each other names I said. I went on to suggest several. Tell him this about his skill in the bedroom and as a man and as a dad… Make sure you tell her about how inadequate she is as a women and a mother and remind her how she used to look before the baby… Call her names and throw stuff…

Then when your daughter is 15 and your dropping her off for the weekend and she says, Mom, why doesn’t dad live here anymore. Why don’t you love him anymore? Just tell her, Honey, we screwed you view of a healthy marriage, locked you into a statistical certainty of premarital sex, poor husband selection and divorce yourself, took away interaction from your dad, who gives you a sense of confidence as a young woman, made you feel broken and guilty because instead of growing up and working to fix something, we decided we would rather fight, this time over a cheeseburger.

When I was done, I walked out, got in my car and drove away. In about an hour they called my cell phone, apologized for wasting my time and promised to work hard at building a relationship with each other. They lied.

When we were first married, we encountered a couple having a really intense fight outside a restaurant in San Diego. The guy was getting a little physical with the woman, and my wife wanted me to jump in and break it up. Having had zero experience with fisticuffs, fearing pointed objects and not certain of the date of my last tetanus shot, I politely declined. Fortunately, the couple ended their discussion without bloodshed, and probably went on to have make-up sex — definitely something you don’t want to see at an internet cafe. Fortunately now my wife is a counselor who breaks up fights in her office, and my tetanus status is current.

Needless to say–it DIDN’T happen again…

and I love Donna B. She’s great.

I tried not to spray her with my OJ. Ramon and I are DOOMED.