Casey Affleck Divorce: Summer Phoenix Trust Issues Ruin Relationship – Counseling No Help

Casey Affleck and Summer Phoenix are divorcing after 10 years of marriage. Casey, the younger brother of Ben Affleck, and Summer, the younger sister of Joaquin Phoenix, have two children and were together for 16 years.

Allegedly, the Summer and Casey split several months ago. A representative for the couple exclusively confirmed the split with In Touch. “Casey and Summer have amicably separated. They remain close friends.” Summer and Casey are committed to co-parenting their sons, Indiana, 11, and eight-year-old Atticus.

An insider also spoke with In Touch and divulged, “[Summer] was having a lot of trust issues. They went to couple counseling but they just couldn’t recover.” The source did not elaborate on the reason for Summer’s trust issues with Casey.

It’s interesting how Casey’s separation and impending divorce from Summer older brother Ben Affleck’s separation from Jennifer Garner. In June of 2015, just days after Ben and Jennifer’s tenth wedding anniversary, they announced that they had amicably split.

In a recent Vanity Fair interview, Jennifer admitted that she and Ben had called it quits long before allegations that Ben had cheated with nanny Christine Ouzounian. In that interview, Jennifer Garner called Ben Affleck the love of her life, but also revealed that he was a cold and selfish husband.

The news of Summer and Casey’s separation after ten years of marriage is just breaking. There is no further information at this time. Summer Phoenix and Casey Affleck were introduced in 2000 by her brother, and Casey’s “I’m Still Here” collaborator Joaquin Phoenix.

Are the Affleck brothers cursed? Are all their relationships and marriages doomed to fail? Does Casey have the same issues as Ben? Is the younger Affleck brother as cold and selfish as the older Affleck brother? Is Summer Phoenix better off without Casey Affleck?

Marital counseling at the store is an idea that is on Target

I don’t admit to be a genius, but I’m telling you I’ve had some pretty good ideas.

One of my best is that water parks should have on-site dermatologists to scan for potentially cancerous moles. Why isn’t this being done? It’s a flesh-rich, almost naked environment that is prime mole diagnosis territory. Think of the lives that could be saved! I can’t be the only person that has been behind someone in line for the Colon Irrigation Tube Slide and not thought, “Wow, that guy’s mole looks suspicious.” Of course, there’s always the off chance that it’s a tattoo designed to look like emerging melanoma, but still, it’s not like Mr. Tattoo wouldn’t benefit from the keen eye of a dermatologist.

I came up with my newest awesome idea while at Target this past weekend. Yes, Target. I find the store very inspirational and intellectually stimulating. I was also eating Pepperidge Farm Gingerbread cookies and I think that helped sharpen my thought process. Ginger has been proven to boost the knowledge noggin. Okay, scratch that. I just checked the ingredients — absolutely no ginger in the cookie. Let’s just go with the sugar invigorated my sensory stimuli. Anywho, as I was munching away on cookies I made my way over to the Christmas lights. I was in need of only a single, 100-count, LED ice white package of bulbs.

When I reached the holiday decor area I had a little trouble getting to the lights. It was jammed packed with people studying and debating their choices. Seriously, it was the Algonquin roundtable of exterior illumination. There were guys debating the superior lighting power of the C7 compared with the C9, the sphere versus the ball and whether the rope light is an adequate substitution for the icicle as it relates to decorating tree trunks.

I was enthralled and was about to ask this collection of bulb brainiacs a question when the bickering started. Not, as you might think, between the glow gurus, but between the husbands and wives. There were spousal disagreements over lighting schemes. For the men, it seems bigger is better (of course). For the women, it was more of a taste issue. Why go for the C9 bulb when twinkle lights will “just look classier.”

This is when I had the stellar idea that retail stores that sell Christmas lights should offer free Marriage Counseling North Shore the two days after Thanksgiving. Call it a humanitarian public service. A therapist could be on hand to not only act as a referee, but to impart knowledge on problem solving and maybe even do relationship building exercises using the holiday inflatable or blow-up as a “yardstick of feelings.”

I have a theory about inflatables. I think they’re making up for some sort of emotional deficiency in a marriage. The more blow-ups in someone’s yard, the less affection they may be getting at home. Is there anything sadder looking than an inflatable suffering from erectile dysfunction? It’s pitiful, those heaps of crumpled nylon littering a yard in fabric tombstones that might as well read “R.I.P. Good Taste.” Then when the blowups are getting jets of air shot up their infrastructure, they bob and weave like they’ve got their swagger back and yet we all know it’s only a matter of time before their spirits are deflated again and again. If that’s not a metaphor for a marriage in trouble, I don’t know what is.

Another holiday light-themed “till death do us part” red flag is the wife who urges, coaxes, maybe even sweet talks her husband into climbing on a ladder that has seen much better days and venturing up and up and away to the tippy top of their three-story house. As the hubby is clutching a spool of commercial-grade C9 lights that act as an unbalanced load, causing him to sway to and fro, he hoists himself onto the roof as the wife cheers, “go just a little bit higher,” which is code for “I just paid your life insurance policy and this will be so much better and quicker than a divorce.”

And don’t even me started on the husband who asks his wife to “plug in” the lights while assuring her that the puddle she is standing in won’t matter because “the electricity is grounded.”

You see, there’s a lot of marriage angst, and in extreme circumstances, death scenarios involved in this whole outside holiday light thing. Imagine the number of marriages that could be rescued — and second-degree murder charges — averted if a counselor, therapist or registered smile maker (they have those in California) lurked around the holiday aisles.

Target, are you listening?








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