Age Gap

Job's calmed down so can keep daily diary, though it's still a fairly negative old write. At this week's therapy I said:

"I think he feels he's with the wrong person for the wrong reasons but can't admit it. I feel he wants to get out of the relationship and hang out with people his own age - have a bit of freedom. Basically, I think the age gap is a problem. We want different things."
HER: "Age doesn't matter if you want the same things." (no shit sherlock)
ME: "But we don't want the same things - he doesn't want domesticity/babies and a big family and I think it has a lot to do with the fact his friends in Chelsea are still single, go clubbing and are not having babies."
HER: (to him) "And what do you say to that?"
HIM: "It's not true. I do not want to leave the relationship. It sounds more like she does." (did he only just clock?)
ME: "Are you happy with the way things are?"
HIM: "Things have gone a bit bad since we started this thing (the counselling)"
HER: (to me) "And how do you feel about that?"
ME: "Just want an answer - need to know where this is all heading. Feel only he can provide that."
HER: (to him) "And how do you feel about that?"
HIM: "Well I don't know what more I can do..."
HER: (to me) "And how do you feel about that?"
ME: "Show me some loving?"
HER: (to him) "And what do you say to that?"
HIM: "It's hard to love someone who's so angry all the time."
ME THINKING: "Vicious circle - anger comes from no talk/no commitment - no talk/no commitment gets stronger with each angry outburst"
ME: "I just want us to be happy - and if we can't be happy together let's move on... so we can be happy elsewhere. Why flog a dead horse?"
HER: "He's made an effort with finding a holiday and making dinner to eat at the table hasn't he?"
ME: "Yes and I appreciate that." (I do - it's something, even though a part of me says why mess around with peripheries at this crisis stage?).
HER: "Time's up."

Write cheque for £60. Awkward atmos as we shuffle about getting our coats and say goodbye to this stranger. Drive back in silence through Greenwich Park, me pillion on Nat's new Vespa.