by DARBY STRICKLAND* Ashley sat motionless in her chair. Her husband, Clint, had just finished telling me that his wife desperately needed help. “She is cold and unfeeling. I cannot live like this any longer,” he pleaded. He clutched a book he brought with him, a book he believed would help his wife communicate better and respect him more. It was his expectation that I would follow his lead and focus on his complaints. In my youth and inexperience
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