While that therapy did seem strange, living together but not communicating, I realized that I lived that myself! Oddly enough, my husband and I BARELY spoke to each other for about 3 years. We have 2 kids, and he and I just orbited around each other for the better part of that time. I took care of EVERYTHING related to the kids: school, activities, conferences, concerts, homework, scouts, and then all the house stuff: bills, cleaning, cooking, vacations, raking, shoveling, EVERYTHING. He checked out. Then he left. Ironic, no?