Thanks!

I always welcome another "female opinion."
Someone asked if we (my wife and I) have tried marriage counseling. We have...two separate counselors, over the course of maybe 12-15 months (not consecutive). One was a man, who I liked seeing, and who I felt did a good job of taking care to see both sides of our situation. The other was a woman, who the minute my wife rolled out a few tears, made the problems in our relationship all about me. I work too much. I'm not affectionate enough, and don't make my wife feel appreciated (that one made me laugh...since my wife has barely flashed a smile at me in the past decade). I don't help out enough around the house or enough with the kids (again, I'm doing more than just about every man I know, so if I'm not doing enough? How on Earth is anyone out there still married?). Etc. datonn's "depressed," datonn's a workaholic. datonn has lingering issues from his childhood and a poor relationship with his Dad.
So about four months ago, I started seeing a counselor on my own (per my wife's and our marriage counselor's request). She's fantastic! We talk, and she asks how I feel, what I want/need to be happy, what's missing from my life, et al. I'm not guilty until proven innocent. I'm a human being who is overworked and feels highly under-appreciated by the person who is supposed to be his best friend. I told her point-blank:
"if you think I belong in a padded room, need pills, whatever...you tell me." She laughed, and said I am most-definitely not "clinical" (as much as Hoart and a few others in the "ghost" threads might disagree, lol). She just said I've got myself on to a very unhealthy treadmill. My marriage is highly dissatisfying, so I pour myself into my work (because having a little $$$ in the bank helps give me peace of mind). The problem is I pour myself into work TOO much...to the point where I can go 2-3 days without ever setting foot outdoors, and my friends and extended family members eventually stop calling asking me to do stuff...since I'm always working. Which makes me even more dissatisfied with the "real world," which makes me pour myself into work even more. Rinse, repeat.
It's been fantastic for our company, as I have many of our competitors curled up in the corner of the room, rocking in the fetal position. Since none of them are 1/3 as motivated or crazy enough to sacrifice the way I have. However, it is slowly killing me from the inside out. All because I feel like my marriage ended years ago, and I have little to no outlet for not only my, ahem, "manly needs," but because I have little/no outlet for my social needs in general.
Another long post, sorry! However, that's a bit more of the back-story from me, in particular. Maybe similar to bogart, maybe not.