Its just not the same

I've always been sort of a self help junkie, or someone who really learned that a good support group or therapist can make a huge difference! In high school I was part of a COA group (children of alcoholics) where people actually listened to my complaints and stories about my home life. As I got older, I would bounce in and out of Al anon meetings, in between boyfriends. Then finally on the verge of a complete breakdown I found "the one". Her name was Ruth and I don't know if she was spiritually linked to me or if i just needed her so badly that it fit. She saw me through a divorce, a total re direction with my career and countless other self realizations... that is until my insurance ran out! Now, 6 years later I am recongnizing those signs within myself that tell me I need to find another Ruth (cause the original practices all the way in new paltz!) But the main issue is when, in my crazy life could I possibly find time to go and see a therapist??? Do they make house calls? When I mentioned this to my husband he offered his services. As sweet as that was, I had to be careful not to put him off entirely. But its just not quite the same thing. I tried to make light of it, that he's never home and would he really want to spend what time he is, listening to me whine?? Finally, out of desperation (and sarcasm) I just told him that I can't very well complain about him, to him!