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Quote From: psychwife2

Psychwife is a nickname of mine...and it fits in many ways. For one, I can be quite the psycho sometimes, LOL...but mostly it orginated like this.

I am married to a Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist and for some reason my friends are always asking ME for advice. I don't even have any sort of medical background unless you consider sleeping beside a man for 25 years a form of medical school! I was an English major, for goodness sake. But I didn't mind the friends asking advice since that's what friends do for each other. But a few years ago, it seemed like total strangers were telling me their life story...like the lady from the phone company who told me the entire story of the war she and her siblings were having over their parents' estate while I was just trying to get them to fix my phone! But the ultimate was the repairman I had called to fix an ice machine...for some reason he told me that he was finally happily married to his second wife and that he had found a great church to go to. He told me this out of the blue. Then he proceeded to tell me that he used to have a drug problem and that he was also once a male prostitute (this was your typical repairman...tool belt hung below the belly, thie visual was just too much!) But if that wasn't enough...he then tells me that his first wife left him for another woman, the pastor's wife and he added, "That's quite an insult for a former male prostitute!" I shared this story with my friends and "Psychwife" was born!

By the way, the ice machine broke down again but you can be sure that I didn't call the repairman back! LOL

Quote From: psychwife2

Psychwife is a nickname of mine...and it fits in many ways. For one, I can be quite the psycho sometimes, LOL...but mostly it orginated like this.

I am married to a Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist and for some reason my friends are always asking ME for advice. I don't even have any sort of medical background unless you consider sleeping beside a man for 25 years a form of medical school! I was an English major, for goodness sake. But I didn't mind the friends asking advice since that's what friends do for each other. But a few years ago, it seemed like total strangers were telling me their life story...like the lady from the phone company who told me the entire story of the war she and her siblings were having over their parents' estate while I was just trying to get them to fix my phone! But the ultimate was the repairman I had called to fix an ice machine...for some reason he told me that he was finally happily married to his second wife and that he had found a great church to go to. He told me this out of the blue. Then he proceeded to tell me that he used to have a drug problem and that he was also once a male prostitute (this was your typical repairman...tool belt hung below the belly, thie visual was just too much!) But if that wasn't enough...he then tells me that his first wife left him for another woman, the pastor's wife and he added, "That's quite an insult for a former male prostitute!" I shared this story with my friends and "Psychwife" was born!

By the way, the ice machine broke down again but you can be sure that I didn't call the repairman back! LOL