Stacey Solomon and Joe Swash explain what sparked heated street row after he stormed off
Stacey Solomon and Joe Swash have opened up their lives at Pickle Cottage in a new Kardashians-style documentary where they go behind the scenes in their relationship
The real reason behind Stacey Solomon and Joe Swash's"row in the street" last year has been uncovered, it has been reported. The mum-of-five was seen upset in the street last November after seeming like she had been involved in an argument.
She was comforted by her crew as she looked upset while in the street after the clash. At the time, an onlooker reported that she had seen Joe storming down the street outside Westcliff on Sea train station in Essex while also using a vape after the argument.
At the time the source revealed that she had seen Joe storming off on his own before sitting on some steps for a while. Stacey then soon followed out of the building and hugged one of the crew members.
It has now been shared that the pair had a falling out during a couple's therapy session. The Sun reported that the couple came head to head after an emotional chat during therapy, which is due to air on their new reality style show on Tuesday.
Stacey is said to have booked a session for her and Joe at the Henry Centre in Westcliff, Essex to help Joe after he was diagnosed with ADHD. They speak to counsellor Natalie Corbett, when Joe reportedly says: "All I am doing is trying to dedicate myself to my family and do everything I possibly can, every minute of the day. Then to sit here and listen to the fact that I am a huge problem — all I am hearing is that I am a huge problem in Stacey's perfect life."
Stacey then allegedly replied: "I would say this is our biggest issue in our whole relationship. I cannot say anything without you taking it so personally as an attack on you as a whole person." The couple then sit and discuss what they thought of the therapy session in the car after the row.
It seems that Joe wasn't a fan of the therapy session as he admits he "hated every second" of it. Despite this, Stacey suggests they give it another go as she thinks they can be "so happy" together. She then says that she doesn't think the issues in their relationship come down to Joe's ADHD and the couple decide to continue with the sessions and raise a toast to a "lifetime of counselling".
Joe and Stacey have opened up their home Pickle Cottage for a delve inside their family life in their new Kardashian-style reality series. The show, Stacey & Joe, looks at what goes on behind the scenes with them and their children.
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