Daniel Oppenheimer
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We both had a lot of issues that we were bringing to therapy with Terry, but it became clear pretty quickly that my anger and how I deal with distress in general was a special kind of problem. I can blow up, and I've been dealing with that for years. Pretty early on, Terry told me, she's not going to leave you tomorrow, Dan, but if you don't get a handle on this, she is going to leave you.
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It was clear by the second or third year in a row that we earned this speech, that it was a performance. It was exhilarating anyway. There was respect in the accusation. Buff was judging us as men, even if the judgment was hard. He was disappointed in our behavior, but only because he knew we were capable of more.
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Real has that maneuver down, although there's far more obvious affection in the mix than I'm used to receiving from the patriarchs I've encountered in my life. This is the truth, man. This is what you're capable of and what you should expect of yourself. I can't make you do anything, but I can tell you what I see and describe both the cost if you keep this up and the reward if you can change.
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And I'm here for you every step of the way. After our first session, Jess was visibly relieved. Riel had skillfully challenged me, and I was more open to the challenge than she expected me to be. In the days after the session, the symbolic T-shirt became a running joke between us. In the next session, Riel turned to Jess, asking her to reflect on the first session, on me, on herself.
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Watching her on camera, I'm struck by how much more vulnerable she allows herself to be. How close at hand her full range of emotions are, even when she's expressing skepticism. I'm always sure I'm on the precipice of change. She has learned to know better. The previous session gave her hope, she says. Maybe there can be more closeness in our relationship. It also made her sad.
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There were so many years lost to conflict and fear. I used to fight more for the closeness, she laments. And over time, I've just withdrawn. I remember wanting to argue with her when she said that. In my story of our relationship, she has always wielded the threat of distance when she feels rejected or abandoned. It's not a product of my actions, I wanted to say.
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I couldn't deny, though, that I have given her ample reason to be wary. Early in our marriage, I would simmer for days, accumulating a resentful charge until a tiny remark, a gesture, a joke sparked an explosion. The content changes, but the form is the same. At a recent dinner with friends, I mentioned an exchange I had in the comments section of Substack where I publish a podcast and newsletter.
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It's good you have so much time to spend on social media, Jess said. It took me all of a nanosecond or so to conclude that she was annoyed with me. She'd been taking on more than her share of domestic duties over the previous few weeks so that I could finish an important project at work. And I intuited, or perhaps imagined, that she didn't love me noodling around on Substack.
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It was time I should have spent more constructively. Without even thinking about it, I swore at her in front of our friends. By the time we were in therapy with Real, the circuit was lower voltage, but the sensitivity remained. If I was on alert, all it took was a tease from her with a smidgen of subtext or a tossed-off complaint to trigger a reaction.
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And so we started eight sessions with Terry to try and make progress on that. And surprisingly, we did. So here's my article, and it's from the magazine's love and sex issue. It's read by Robert Fass, and our producer today is Tali Abacasis. The music you'll hear was written and performed by Aaron Esposito. Also, there's some adult language in this article, just so you know. Thanks for listening.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
Then we would go at it, our familiar dance of distrust. Her dart, my anger, her fear, my grievances, her grievances. She doesn't care about me, he doesn't care about me. This is us trapped in what Real calls our core negative image of each other. It is not all of us. We have a lot in common, including a fascination with human relationships and an endearing tendency to overanalyze them.
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We both love music by feely white dudes with beards. We are united in our devotion to our three children. Too often, though, we revert to the worst stories we have about each other. In the videos of our sessions, I can see Riel carefully stepping around and through these narratives, helping us to revise them. The raw material isn't new. We've been over our childhoods before.
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We've talked about our fights. We've diagnosed ourselves, catalogued our wounds and each other's flaws. But in conversation with Real, it feels different. He explains, more cogently than we've gotten from a couples therapist before, why we sought each other out, drive each other crazy, and have the potential to be great together.
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In our hearts, Riel said in one of our sessions, we all think that we deserve the goddess or god who will deliver us from our childhood, even heal us and make it all better and give to us what we didn't get. What we wind up with is somebody who is perfectly designed to stick it to us. When we began dating at the end of our 20s, it was an easy decision to marry Jess, but also a terrifying one.
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She was so charismatic, sexy, whip smart, shockingly sensitive to the subtleties of human interaction. I shared her intellectual interest in relationships, but not her compulsion toward them. She hadn't been single for more than a few months since she was a teenager, and I had spent the previous decade engineering a life that defended against the threat of other people.
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No long-term relationships, six or so hours of television a day, and a job in journalism that gave me the regular simulacrum of intimacy without any of its real obligations. She would lean in for more. I would feel the threat of suffocation and lash out. She would feel rejected and respond with great drama and threats of catastrophe. I would feel unseen and unloved.
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Get away from me, but also how dare you fail to take care of me. Jess was so much more capable and demanding of love and intimacy than I was. This was part of the attraction, but also the problem. I was an ambivalent fortress, always defending against her siege while secretly hoping she would breach the walls. In our third session, Riel said something that complicated the metaphor even more.
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Yes, he said, I am avoidant, but I'm also a love addict. I'm dependent on Jess for a steady drip of smiles, touches, attuned listening, and welcoming body language to affirm that I am being seen and valued. I need it to compensate for my low self-esteem. A fortress, maybe, but one that all along has been relying on the invaders at the gate for its essential supplies.
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The diagnosis comes after I relate the story of a tantrum I threw at my 48th birthday dinner. It involved me storming out of a restaurant in front of our kids and friends, and coming back only after a solid 15 minute sulk. It's not a flattering story, and I don't try to render it so. Jess and I argued beforehand about what restaurant to pick, which left us tense for days.
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One of the kids was being difficult. Jess wasn't as affectionate as I wanted her to be. I wasn't getting the birthday I felt I was owed. I blew my stack. I finish the story and wait for Real to give me a hard time about how I behaved. He goes in a different direction. How long have you been with this woman? Real asks. We've been together 20 years, I say. Been married for almost 18.
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You're still in minute-to-minute doubt about whether she cares about you or not? Yes, I say. So you know what I'm going to call that, right, Dan? I'm going to call that love addiction. What? It's like using her warm regard as a self-esteem dialysis machine, Riel says. When the warm regard is flowing, you feel pumped up and all's well with the world.
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One thing I've learned from being married to my wife, Jess, who is a couples therapist, is how vast the distance is between the masks people show to the world and the messy realities that live behind them. Every couple knows its own drama, but we still fall prey to the illusion that all other couples have seamlessly satisfying relationships.
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When it's not flowing, you get scared and lonely. I've been there. I call it a self-esteem well-being crash. Empty, dark, jagged, cold, sharp, agitated. It's not until the fourth session that Real really fillets me. We've been talking about my anger and the ways it manifests. Sarcasm, yelling, quiet but venomous contempt. Real has just told me, bluntly but compassionately, that I need to stop.
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I have two words for you, he says, and I say this with love. Wake up. I need to learn how to deal with my distress in a way that doesn't involve dumping it all over my wife, and I need to do it now, not next month or next year. This is nuts, he says to me, that you get to yell and scream at her and she is supposed to stay close to you? That's nuts, Dan.
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But it doesn't feel nuts because it's what you grew up with. This lands, I grew up in a family that didn't know how to deal straightforwardly with feelings. We could talk about almost anything, as long as we could analyze it with limited emotional vulnerability. Politics, ideas, sex, faith, family, people, it was all fair game.
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So much of the talk, however, was a way of smuggling feelings into ostensibly cerebral conversations. When we were hurt, we yelled a lot. Often, we didn't talk at all. For me, as a sensitive boy, it was devastatingly confusing, and I retreated into anger, withdrawal, and intellectualization. Anger was a defense against being sucked into someone else's chaos and also a means of seeking recognition.
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Push them away, and if that doesn't work, then have a big raging fight. At least if we're yelling, my needs are being reckoned with. My solace was stories, TV shows, movies, science fiction, and fantasy novels. I was safe and warm tucked away in there with my action heroes, dogged detectives, and young wizards and warriors. And the whole family sought connection in intellectual exchange.
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None of this translated very well to Jess. She crumples under the heat of anger and doesn't care much for TV or genre stories. Though she has her own defense mechanisms born of her own trauma, they don't involve sublimating her emotions into cerebral claptrap.
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Real talks a lot in his book and in our sessions about the adaptive child, the part of us that evolves to survive in the hostile terrain of childhood. It's what allows us to defer until later in life the distress that we don't have the resources to process when we're young. Now it's later, though. If our adaptive child is still running the algorithms for our adult relationships, we're in trouble.
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In the footage, Real tells me to knock it off. I remember hearing him, but only sort of. His observation cut so close to my core stance in the marriage, which is perhaps also my core fear. If I don't scream for what I need, I will not be loved. I said none of this in the session. Instead, I protested articulately, but lamely, that I was making progress.
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The truth about marriage, including my own, is that even the most functional couples are merely doing the best they can with the lives that have been bestowed on them. This past spring, Jess and I had the first of eight sessions of couples therapy with Terry Real, a best-selling author and by far the most famous of the therapists we've seen during our marriage.
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I'm better than I was a few years ago, I hear myself say in the recording, and I was better a few years ago than I was a few years before that. I'm not trying to excuse my bad behavior, but don't I get some credit for the trend line moving in the right direction? Real isn't impressed. Your expectations of your own progress are pretty mediocre at best, he says. Just transpose it to the physical.
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Well, I only hit her twice this year. The year before that, I hit her 12 times. Am I doing better? No, not on my watch. How about cleaning it up altogether? How about stopping it? Hearing this from Real is, at last, a ton of bricks. The arsenal of rationalizations falls away. Yes, of course. This is right. Enough. Time to stop.
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How utterly embarrassing to think that it's okay to speak to my wife this way, to rage in front of my kids. My blood pressure drops. I deflate into the couch. The arrow that pierces is not Reels comparing me to a wife beater, though that doesn't feel great. It's this. Your expectations of your own progress are pretty mediocre at best.
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This cuts not just to the core of the man I imagine myself to be, but also what I need to do to hold on to the life I share with Jess. One of the tricky yet liberating things about Riel's practice is that when it comes to rage, he doesn't care that much about matters of degree and scale. Brutal physical abuse is violence, but so is rage, and so is lacerating contempt.
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This is not abstract for real. In I Don't Want to Talk About It, he tells the horrific story of his own family's generational cycle of abuse. His grandfather tried to kill his father and uncle. That was violence. His father, in turn, beat real. He whipped my brother and me if we dared to rebel, he writes. And conversely, he whipped us if we showed too much vulnerability.
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Mostly he whipped us as a proper man should, to keep us corralled and teach us our lessons. My modest rage, which isn't that bad, I find myself wanting to protest even now, is a violence that replaces intimacy with fear. What I encountered in my childhood is also violence. In the gospel of real, we all deserve compassion for what was done to us.
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He's not looking to shame us, but we're grown-ups now. We should want better for ourselves and loved ones. Watching the recording of Riel telling me to shape up, I noticed for the first time that Jess is crying. She looks so sad. Riel is confronting me, but also testifying to what my behavior has felt like to her. How isolated and fearful it has left her.
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And somehow, and this is the art of couples therapy at its most sophisticated, it's all one thing. His confrontation of me, his affection for me, his validation of Jess, his care for her, his hope for our marriage. It's a sequence issue, Riel says a few minutes later. For so long, through so many rounds of couples therapy and so many fights between us, I have been demanding equity.
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I'll do this, but you need to do that. I'll calm down, but you need to stop withholding. I'll learn to hold your fears, but you need to learn to tolerate my anger. No, Riel says. Anger blocks everything else and has to leave the stage first. I need to go first. I get to go first. Epiphanies are real, but they're fragile.
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In November, I watched the recording of that session for the first time since treatment. In the footage, I see Jess and me as real might see us. I look worn down, a little pained. Jess looks to me like the same beachy blonde who dive-bombed into my life 20 years ago.
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They are a one-leafed seedling pushing up through the crust of the ground, or a blind hatchling waiting naked and alone for its mother to return with a worm. They are easily crushed underfoot or done in by harsh weather. If they're not protected and nurtured, they will crumble and blow away in the wind as though they never existed.
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Session four was an epiphany for me, but one that would need to survive the crucible of conflict, not once, but repeatedly, to establish its reality. A few hours after the session ended, driving back from dinner, Jess and I got into a tiff. She said something that upset me, and I started to snap, but then I stopped. I need to get out of the car, I said to her as calmly as I could.
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We were only about a half mile from our house, so I walked the rest of the way, stopping at the market mid-route for a few things. By the time I got home, Jess and I had both cooled off, and we were able to stay connected the remainder of the night. It was a small but important victory. Real has a bit he does when clients say they can't control themselves in a moment of distress.
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No one selectively loses control, he says to me. Would I rage, he asks, if he had a gun to my daughter's head? No, then it's not can't, it's won't, it's a choice. Every small victory over Kant is evidence that I'm not impotent before the whims of my adaptive child, even when I've already traveled a step down the road toward meltdown. I was starting to believe.
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Much of the next two sessions is the scut work of gaming out what it would look like for the two of us to deal better with our inevitable failures to be the most evolved versions of ourselves. We talk about timeouts and Reel's very specific instructions for how to take one.
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We talk about the feedback wheel, which is a series of structured steps he recommends for constructively bringing a complaint to your partner. We run through a few typically fraught scenarios, scripting out how we might talk to each other better than we have in the past. These aren't new ideas or practices for us. We've read his books. We've both been to a lot of therapy before.
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As a couples therapist, Jess has been guiding people in this kind of work for years. The truth remains, though, that when the task is one of deep brain rewiring, no one is exempt. Not real, not Jess, definitely not me. Two steps forward, one and nine tenths of a step back. How are you feeling about your husband these days? Real asks in session six. I mean, mostly good, Jess says. She is cautious.
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Crashing at a few thousand miles per hour into the defenses against intimacy and vulnerability that I had dedicated so much energy to erecting. She is lithe and elfin, where I am dense and rough-planed. She looks tired too, though. Real glows in the aura of his webcam light, at 74 still elfin in his own right.
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I can see it on the video. I knew it then. She hasn't had an epiphany. I'm not sure she needed one, but she did need to see a way forward for us. The hope is visible in treatment and in the days between. I can feel her opening up to me. It's tentative, but real. She has her tasks too and is willing to undertake them if I can make it safe for her.
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You're very cute, and I'm sort of jealous of you and how unprotected you are, I say, my eyes closed. I can't imagine being that open to being hurt, but I want to be that open to being loved. It's the last of our eight sessions, and I'm talking to my inner child. I remember, under Real's guidance, closing my eyes and bringing him up out of my memory so that we could talk.
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He was six or seven, a bit chubby, wearing clunky eyeglasses and shorts pulled up too high above his waist. He's a composite, I realize now, of details of me at my most awkward self across the ages. I find this session the hardest of all of them to watch. What we talk about is intensely vulnerable, but that's not the most difficult part. Nor is it imagining the silent audience evaluating me.
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It's that I'm too sealed off from it, then and now. I couldn't, can't, feel it in the way I so urgently want to. When therapy is dramatized on TV or in the movies, there's a classic scene where the deep childhood trauma is finally exposed. It's not your fault, Robin Williams says to Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting, referring to the gruesome abuse Damon's character suffered in foster care.
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Damon tries to turn away from him to deflect his approach. Williams keeps moving forward. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. Eventually, Damon breaks down in tears. They embrace. It's a turning point in the therapy, in the character's life. I want my tears. I want my catharsis. I want my scene. I'm also afraid of what it means that I can't achieve them.
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Real asks me to describe what I'm feeling in my body as we talk to my inner child. It's like I'm inflating from the inside right now, I say. What's your body filling with, he asks. Energy, I tell him, trapped energy. He asks again what it feels like. I pause. What finally comes to mind are the tantrums I would have sometimes when I was young. My temper tantrums, as my mom called them.
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An explosion of anger, screaming, hitting the floor, smashing against the universe. There was this sense that there was this massive rage inside of me, I say, that would just come out in these sort of violent ways. And I guess that I was scary to other people. Real keeps me in that space, eyes closed, talking to my inner child for about 30 minutes.
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We ask him what he was mad about, what he was trying to feel or say that could only express itself through inchoate rage. I get angry on his behalf that he didn't feel safe enough to be all of himself. I take him in my arms and embrace him. I promise to hear him and protect him from now on. It's not as hard as I feared it would be to inhabit this role, even though it has its corny aspects.
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I don't break, though, or break through. The energy remains trapped by my skin. The box of tissues next to me, which Real asked Jess to get before we started the exercise, remains unused. I'm not surprised, but I am disappointed. Jess looks enigmatic on the recording. I can't read her. At the end, I put my inner child back inside myself and open my eyes. Real tells me I did a good job.
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He's pushing me harder than I'm used to being pushed by a therapist, expressing skepticism of what strikes him as an overly sanitized version of my internal monologue when I feel criticized by Jess. If your hurt feelings could speak, what would they be saying? He asks. I tell myself I try really hard. I try to be a good person. I try to be thoughtful about Jess and what she needs.
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Joy, pain, anger, fear, shame, guilt, love. What are you feeling right now? He asks. I guess I feel loved, I say. So what you're feeling right now, he says, is the cure for love addiction, Dan. I remember believing him. I still do. Instead of looking to Jess to top me off with love, I need to take on that responsibility myself.
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I have to be my own keeper so that I can be whole for the people I love the most. What worries me, watching this now, is simply that I don't know if I'll be able to do it. It's an odd endeavor, trying to evolve into a version of yourself that you can only perceive from your present self somewhat dimly. Am I waiting for the tears to come in a crystalline moment of cathartic release?
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Is it enough to follow the program day by day, time out by time out, evolving by increments? I'm not yet whole, and the way forward isn't entirely clear. But something has shifted in our marriage. There has been an expansion in the space for connection. We're talking more. We're tolerating more. We're better at repair. My protection is no longer a coat of armor, hard shell and opaque.
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It's more of a translucent force field. It surrounds me, filtering the light, protecting and denying me, but also, in the right conditions, letting some rays pass through. The rest is waiting for me, whatever it is, on the other side. Waiting for Jess, too. More often than not these days, I can feel her hand reaching through into mine.
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Maybe I don't get to everything, but it's not because I'm not a good person. Really? Real asks. That's what it sounds like? I laugh self-consciously. Can I tell you what I think it sounds like? He asks. Real pauses, intensifies his tone, and confronts me with the kind of coarse language he is known to use with his male clients, the language he believes they understand and respond to.
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No matter what I do, he says, no matter what I fucking do, no matter how hard I try, you're going to find the one damn thing I didn't do. I can't believe I have to put up with this bullshit again. I concede the point. Jess, I can see on the video, is enjoying the scene. Riel wants me to put more flesh on it. What does it actually sound and look like? What's a typical fight?
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It often begins, I say, when I think Jess is judging me. A form that one of the kids needs signed for school has gone missing, and she draws attention to it. It's an ostensibly neutral observation, but I'm pretty sure it's aimed in my direction.
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And along the way, we've done a lot of couples therapy to try to smooth things out. My name's Daniel Oppenheimer, and I'm a contributor to the New York Times Magazine. I'm 48 years old, and I write about art, culture, and politics, also my marriage. Jess is also 48. We've been married 18 years and have three kids. The oldest is about to go off to college.
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Then there's another observation, or sigh, and I respond with what I think of as a direct but reasonable response, though I admit to Real that there's an edge to it. Hey, Jess, I've been up since 6.30 a.m. I'm doing the best I can. Can you lay off? Real describes this back to me more accurately as a mixed message. Reasonable with an edge to it, he says. That's an interesting description.
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How much reason and how much edge you got What happens next depends on how Jess responds. If I perceive defensiveness, I escalate to DEFCON 4. More edge, less reason. If she pushes back again, I lose it. That she won't validate me is intolerable. My body floods with stress hormones, and I move rapidly to self-righteousness, pure victimhood.
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It ends with me yelling, maybe slamming a door and storming away. If it's a really rough day, the kids will bear witness. You blow up, Reel says. I blow up, I say, pretty zero to sixty. And what does 60 sound like? And be honest. I pause for a few seconds. I mean, it can sound like fuck you or real interrupts, giving what he calls the New Jersey Jew version of my response.
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Here, Jess, I'll just put a bullet through my brain and then you can be happy, okay? That sounds about right. Jess is amused. This is what we signed up for. Real, whose admirers include Gwyneth Paltrow and Bruce Springsteen, is one of a small number of thinkers who are actively shaping how the couples therapy field is received by the public and practiced by other therapists.
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He is also the bluntest and most charismatic of the therapists I've seen. The New Jersey Jewish version of Robin Williams' irascible Boston character in Good Will Hunting. Profane, charismatic, open about his own life, forged in his own story of pain. He doesn't have his own show, as Orna Goralnik does, or a popular podcast like his friend and occasional collaborator, Esther Perel.
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But like them, he is a maestro of interpersonal drama. Perhaps his great distinction, in a field known for its gentleness and neutrality, is the force with which he confronts clients, particularly men, about their immaturity. That we were able to see him remains surprising, as does the fact that I can now watch it unfold before me.
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Early last year, Jess got an email from a fellow therapist saying that Real would provide affordable therapy to a couple if they agreed to do the sessions on Zoom before an audience of therapists recorded for his training library. Despite some misgivings, we volunteered, waiving confidentiality. It was an offer we didn't feel we had the luxury to refuse.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
After so many years and so much earnest effort, we had a good marriage on balance, but not always a good enough one. Our relationship was a melange of genres. Sometimes we were like Alvy and Annie in Woody Allen's Annie Hall, witty and sophisticated but unable to reach across the emotional chasm between us.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
At our best, we were a Judd Apatow comedy, bawdy, silly, earnest, and full of affection for each other. At our worst, we were a cold indie film about two people mired in distance and reproach. I didn't think too deeply about Real when he first crept into our lives around 2020.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
Jess read his book, The New Rules of Marriage, then Us, Getting Past You and Me to Build a More Loving Relationship, and pushed him on me with real urgency. His earthiness spoke to her, as did his belief that we have a right to expect far more from our partners than just solidity and empathy. We should want and demand deep connection and honesty.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
A few years ago, in our eternal search for a theory or person to help improve our marriage, we heard about Terry Real, who's pretty famous in the therapy world. I always like to point out to people that he's Bruce Springsteen's couples therapist. Terry's great, but he is really expensive to see. He charges like 30 grand for a weekend intensive.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
I also suspect that he validated her sense that in the grand ledger of our marriage, I was the balance of the problem. To Jess, I am, at my worst, too angry, too withdrawn, too talky about the small things and too inarticulate about the big ones. Riel is known for his skill in handling men who cope using anger and withdrawal. In the footage from that first session, I look anxious.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
I rumple my hair and smoosh my chin in my hand. I'm always looking up and off screen as though what's happening in front of me is a bit too much to face head on. I remember the discomfort in the moment as real drew me out. I also know, looking back, what's in store for me. He is establishing the crime scene for which I will need to take responsibility.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
I'm cognizant now, too, of Jess's uncomfortable smile, which I couldn't see when we were sitting side by side. She's more private than I am, less practiced in performing her distress for an audience, and she is acutely aware of the therapist watching us. We're there because Jess wanted Reel's help more than she feared the public vulnerability, but it's hard on her.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
Toward the end of the session, Reel gives me a verdict. "'That's a T-shirt you're wearing in your marriage,' he says. "'No matter what I fucking do, it's never going to be enough for you.'" I've been wearing it, he says, since before I met Jess, and unless I take a hard look at myself and get to work, I'll die with it on. I believe it, I say. I believe it. Good, Riel says. Let's fix it.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
Every marriage has periods of disconnection, but what if you could have fewer of them? That's what I wanted for my marriage and what I wrote about for today's Sunday read. I love my wife, Jess, deeply. From the start of our marriage, though, we've just had a lot of conflict. Jess has always sprinted toward intimacy and vulnerability at a thousand miles an hour. I'm pretty much the opposite.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
You want to fix it? I would love to fix it. Real's first book, I Don't Want to Talk About It, Overcoming the Secret Legacy of Male Depression, is an extended disquisition on male pain and loneliness, rooted in the belief that men are depressed because they're terrible at intimacy. They're terrible at intimacy because their capacities for it were extinguished in childhood.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
It doesn't have to be this way, Real argues. We condition boys to repress their feelings, desires, and ability to connect. It's no surprise then that so many of them grow up to be half men, depressed, lonely, angry, and empty. Too often, he writes, the wounded boy grows up to become a wounding man, inflicting upon those closest to him the very distress he refuses to acknowledge within himself.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
The real kicker is that often they don't even know this is happening. They're just acting out or shutting down blindly. Published in 1997, I Don't Want to Talk About It was the first book to give voice not just to the choked pain of depressed men, but also of their suffering partners. Almost three decades later, it still reads well.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
What strikes me now, maybe more than it would have struck a reader back in the 90s, is how wise the book is about the role that power plays in all this. This is a through line in all of Real's work, the necessity of exercising power in relationships, but also the profound difference between wielding it in loving relation to others and using it to dominate them.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
He is not asking men to sacrifice their power to their partners. He asks that we stop exercising power the way little boys do, with tantrums, bullying, sulking, hitting, silence, whenever someone tries to talk to us about feelings. In the place of our well-crafted defenses, he insists, we should aspire to fierce intimacy. a healthy inversion of the wounded intensity of the traumatized person.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
He does sometimes offer low-cost therapy, but there's a catch. You have to be okay with having your sessions observed by other therapists and recorded for training purposes. Jess and I signed up. We thought if he can help Bruce Springsteen, he can help us.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
We need to reach into the parts of ourselves that so many of us have cordoned off and express them so that we can say what we feel, ask for what we desire, and assert control over how we behave in our relationships.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
All of that, though, requires that we be strong enough to listen openly to our partners when they express their own desires, fears, and frustrations, and that we work through inevitable differences with loving candor.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
This intimacy is one in which men embrace qualities of emotionality, introspection, and affection that have historically been typed as feminine, and women practice habits of strength and assertion that have long been typed as masculine. There is great compassion for the pain people have endured, but little tolerance for playing the martyr.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
He calls this relational empowerment, a subtle but profound shift from the individualistic focus so central to our culture of therapy, self-help, and self-care. The goal is to develop the strength to confront your own traumas so that you can be better for and demand more of your loved ones. All over this culture, you have people moving from disempowerment to what I call individual empowerment.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
He says, I was weak, now I'm strong, go fuck yourself. Relational empowerment is, I was weak, now I'm strong, I'm bringing my strength into this relationship. I'm telling you what I need, I'm being assertive, I love you. What do you need from me to help you do this? In therapy with Real, learning relational empowerment can be bracing.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
He takes sides, calls for big change in short order, and describes with forensic precision what stands on the other side of failure, divorce, disconnection, loneliness. It is no fun to be called out for behaving like a child, but there is relief, even excitement, to being held in Real's gravitational field.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
It puts you at the center of the drama, creating space for you to step into the role of hero. What it reminds me of, more than any therapy I've had, is my days on the wrestling team in high school, learning under the square-jawed care of our coaches, Bill and Hank, a father and son duo who looked as if they had stepped directly out of central casting for coach old school.
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The Sunday Read: ‘How I Learned That the Problem in My Marriage Was Me’
There was a satisfaction to hustling for them, earning their hard-won approval. Even their disappointment had its compensations. Once in a while on a day when we were slacking in practice, Bill, or Buff as we called him, would launch into an expletive-laden tirade about what a bunch of coddled children we were, how much we'd been given, and how little we seemed intent on making of it.