The worst advice I got was from our first counselor, about a month before D-day. I suspected something, but wasn't sure what. With both my wife and I sitting on his couch, this "professional licensed counselor" asked me...."Does your wife come home at night? Then you have nothing to complain about". If I didn't have the personal values that I do, I'd love to look him up for a little one on one chat. Needless to say, we left his office and NEVER went back.
bad advice