So I googled…and googled some more.
And eventually stumbled across The Women’s Therapy Center. A treatment center in Long Island, NY. I clicked on links and found videos. Videos of women that had been HEALED. What?? Wait they had success?
I heard the words “we were finally able to consummate our marriage” and I broke.
This sweet little couple on the screen saying that after years of struggle they were free. Finally one. I had never even thought of it that way. It was true. We were not one flesh. Not truly. And I could feel it in the depths of my soul.
I was weeping. Like hard to breathe, everything is coming together. But I couldn’t stop watching. Story after story. Success. Like thousands of women. All over the world. CURED. Patrick walked in and I immediately said, we have to go. Pat this is it.
Being the logical human that he is, he said hang on here. What is this place? Let’s get more information. After making phone calls and emailing and FaceTiming strangers, we found out this place was real. And there were real humans. With real pain. With real marriages. And they were cured. The price tag was high, but how could we put a price on this. My mom always said
you’ll never regret investing in your marriage.
Was she right? Was this the path to take? I had tried all other options (except for botox in my vagina but no thank you). After lots of praying and wise counsel and crying, we decided going to the Women’s Therapy Center was the best option.
Fast forward a few months of fundraising and waiting in anticipation and praying and crying …
we were on a plane to go get healed.
By the time we arrived, I wasn’t all in. I felt like “our marriage is fine. We’ve survived this long, we’ll be fine for forever right?” I’m not sure why. I think I was tired and worn out from the process. But we had spent thousands of dollars to get there, so gosh darn it we were gonna go.
On the car ride to the hotel in Long Island I got a Facebook message from a girl who was already there. She was from another state as well and we were staying at the same hotel. She told me that her and another couple were going to get dinner and we were welcome to join. For some reason, well God I guess, we said yes. That night we talked and cried and felt like we had known each other for a lifetime.
Wow. Couples that actually understood the pain and the heartache and the anxiety. And they had been HEALED that week. I was nervous but excited. I was ready.
Ready to be DONE with vaginismus.