The second house

My wife told me one day after what I thought was a lovely vacation that she was feeling “confused” and speaking to her “inner self” and used a whole pile of confusing words learned from self-help books and popular songs and a meditation cult she had recently joined. I became upset, and told her that she was just confused, and that she needed to see a psychiatrist. She refused. I told her that if she wouldn’t see a psychiatrist I would construct a second house for her, one that would look just like this one, and have all the same things inside, but it would be for her alone. She asked me why I didn’t just go away for a while. I told her that I always wanted to try the experiment anyway. She said that it was an idiotic idea, but that she would try it for a week. She went on a meditation retreat to the Bahamas while I constructed the house. She came to her home and tried it for a week. When the week was up, she rang the doorbell to my house. She said that she was just sitting there (pointing to my kitchen table) thinking about how stupid this idea of mine was to build a second house. After one week, she had also realized that it was the things in our life rather than me that had made her want to end the relationship. I was ecstatic, and told her that she should come back home and we would build a new house. But she said that being without me in the new house had made her feel like I was also the problem. She had tried so many times to speak to me and I just refused to respond. Se concluded by saying that she was just dropping by to collect some of her things, and then abruptly left my house.