Sivan grabs a pillow from the couch and clutches it with both hands. “I just don’t really feel connected to you,” she then tells her husband. “Yeah, I already know that,” he responds irritated.
“You tell me all the time. We don’t have to go to therapy for that.” Sivan sighs, recovers and tries again. “I just feel … well, how do I explain this… not like a couple, you know?” Toon rubs his forehead. “Not a couple, okay… but I’m always home for dinner and we sit next to each other on the couch almost every evening. We spend a lot of time together!” The volume of his voice goes up, as his irritation grows. “But still I don’t feel it,” she respond., “It doesn’t feel like we’re really together.” Tears begin to well up.
“I’m gonna interrupt the two of you for a sec,” I say decidedly. “Gladly!” Toon says. “I feel like you’re both trying to tell the other person something important, but the other isn’t hearing it clearly. Is that right?” Both nod.
“Toon, you indicate that you spend a lot of time with Sivan and it sounds like that can’t get any more, correct?” I ask Toon. “Yeah, I used to go pool on Wednesdays and even I cancelled that because she…” he makes parentheses in the air with his fingers and continues in a childish voice, “…didn’t feel connected.” Sivan slides forward onto the couch.