20 years ago, before we were married, something curious happened: Lisa stopped kissing me.
at first she denied it. but that's a hard thing to deny when you can't kiss someone.
alarmed, i dragged us to couples therapy. i threatened to cancel the wedding if she wouldn't see a therapist on her own.
over the next 20 years, we spent 10 solid years in couples therapy. i spent 10 more in personal therapy.
it never got better. recently, it got worse.
and now Lisa is asking for a divorce.
'it's not you; it's me.'
they write warning songs about kisses. i wish i had listened.