'I don't really know what the problem is.'� Jane said as she sat in Doctor Eltons office. She was sitting in an armchair directly opposite him. He was also in an armchair and there was no desk between them. 'I suppose it's just one of those things. I mean, we're living in each others pockets so we're bound to have arguments, aren't we? I don't hate him. Far from it. I just don't think I'm actually in love with him anymore. We've been together 15 years, married for 10 of those, and I suppose what with the kids and the jobs we've just drifted apart. We have separate friends, separate hobbies, separate interests'�. It's impossible to pin it down really. Am I happy? In a way yes, but in other ways no. Obviously there's the sex side. He's never been particularly good at that side of things, but just recently its been really annoying me. I mean sure I've got toys but after 15 years surely I shouldn't be needing to use them all the time. With him it's a question of in, out and that's is, he's done and I'm left unsatisfied. I've thought of having an affair, but I couldn't do it. For a start I wouldn't have the time.
Don't get me wrong it's not just about the sex. He's boring! God is he boring. The most exciting place we've been on holiday is the Isle of Wight. That was my one great over-seas adventure. 2 weeks in Shanklin. It probably wouldn't have been too bad but who goes to the Isle of Wight in bloody February? I'll tell you who. Pensioners and 38-year-old women who are married to 40 year old men with no imagination. 'It's a lot cheaper off season, love,'� he said, 'and it'll be quieter than it is in August.'� Oh yeah. It was quieter alright. It's hard to be busy when all the attractions are shut and you need a fucking woollen overcoat to go on the beach. Sorry. I shouldn't swear I know but he just winds me up at times.'�
She bent down and got a bottle of water from her bag, opened it and took a long drink. She screwed the cap back on and leant back against the high back of the chair, letting out a sigh.
'It's ok Jane,'� said Dr Elton. 'These sessions are designed for you to let off steam. This is why I have individual sessions with you and Andy. It's from these one-to-one sessions that we can pick out the major problems and approach them next time we have a joint meeting.'�
'Thanks Steve. I mean Dr Elton. I still find it weird talking to you like this. I've never told Andy that I went to college with you, you know. God knows how he'd react. He'd probably think we were in cahoots to blame it all on him. I can't believe you made it this far. I often wonder what would have happened if we'd never'�'�
'Come on Jane, this is Dr patient time. I can't talk about our past during the time I'm being paid for you to talk about your present.'�
'I know. Sorry. Look I'm going to be at the lake tomorrow if you fancy'�No, sorry I shouldn't have said anything. Look I'm going to go now. I know the sessions not over, but I think I'd bet go. See you next week Steve.'�
With that she grabbed her bag from the floor and left the office, dashing past the receptionist who tried to bid her a cheery goodbye, and straight out into the car park.

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