Like a pp, I begged, cried, pleaded and threatened my ex to go to therapy with me. He caved and went and sat there mute. Then he refused to pay for it (money had to come out of my pocket, not our joint funds) claiming I was the crazy one who had some problem so I should have to pay for it. When I whipped out the "D" word (divorce) he suddenly had an interest in going, but only to pay lip service to the therapist and started saying what he thought the therapist wanted to hear.
I divorced his lazy, sorry, useless, abusive butt FAST.