A Valentine's Day WTF

I read Dear Abby almost every day.  I've done it since I was a young teenager.  It's kind of voyeuristic in a "look at the weird-ass problems those people have" kind of way.  It generally makes me feel better about my own life.

In all my years as a reader however, nothing has been as absolutely fucked up (pardon my language, but that's the only word for it) as this letter that was in Dear Abby today:

"DEAR ABBY: Please help me. My lover and I have been disagreeing lately and are considering couples counseling. However, he keeps insisting that we see the marriage counselor he and his wife are currently seeing.

I want to make this relationship work, but I think it's inappropriate to receive counseling from the same one that they are currently seeing. What do you think? -- NEEDS THERAPY IN TEXAS"

You can read the response here, however--although I think "Abby" was maybe just trying to be tactful--in my humble opinion it does not nearly adequately address the situation.  WTF?!?