Crazy Insaine

From this point on, our marriage gradually became more and more confusing. Shortly after I began working for Convert, I realized that my nursing license renewal form was missing. After asking him if he had seen it, he told me that he had torn it up and then showed me the small pieces of paper. He said I didn't need to renew it......
Convert shortly thereafter, decided that we needed to get counseling from a psychiatrist. He said that I needed help. He, perhaps, must have thought that, due to the fact that I had been crying a lot, and that in order to relieve stress, I busied myself with cleaning the house that I therefore, must be crazy..?? This is the only conclusion I could come up with as to why he thought there was something mentally wrong with me. He never told me why he thought I was crazy. He concluded that the only way I could get the mental help I needed, was for both of us to see a shrink. He stated that the only way I was going to get better, was that a doctor put me in a mental institution. Convert also wanted to make sure that we had a form filled out by the doctor that would enable me to get social security benefits for being crazy. In order to make sure that the visit with the psychiatrist would be successful, Convert gave me specific instructions in what to do during the visit with the doctor. He wanted legitimate proof that I was crazy. He told me that when I got in his office I was to pull my pants down, squat on the doctors desk and urinate on the doctors papers. (There was NO way I was going to do that!)
We went to the psychiatrist. On the way there, I was feeling a mixture of emotions. I was asking myself, why was I going to a psychiatrist? I didn't feel as though there was anything wrong with me. Convert was expecting me to do this mentally insane thing in the doctors office! I was apprehensive and afraid that the doctor might believe what ever Convert said. I was hoping that the doctor would see the truth that there was nothing wrong with me. Instead of going for the reasons that Convert stated, I went with the hope that the doctor would see through him and help him and help us get our lives together.
After two secessions, the doctor told me that the only thing that was wrong with me was stress and major depression. He said that he could help me through these tough times. The doctor also said that he can't help Convert. The doctor went on to tell me that Convert was too far gone, and that there was no help for him.
I was happy to know that I wasn't crazy, and that I didn't need to be in a mental institution. Convert couldn't have his form for the social security people filled out in my name......