He sat all the way on the left side of the couch, me on the right. I felt more distant from him than ever. In front of us sat a tall, caucasian, middle aged man with glasses and long silver streaked ponytail. What a hippie! Exactly the type of person my husband would pick for a therapist. Our last therapist also preached peace, love, kindness, and flower power. Look what good that got us. Here we are separated and on the verge of a total marriage meltdown. Well, maybe this therapist would be able to help. At least he was male, maybe my husband would take him…