I remember the first time I went to a shrink. My boyfriend at the time insisted I go since I was making him go. The difference between him and I was that he had lost his mind and I was an innocent bystander to his madness. But being the five-star girlfriend I was, I went anyway. As long as he was paying for it. [because are you kidding me? I don't just have piles of gold bricks at my disposal to be told that I'm a perfectionist]
After the first five minutes, the counselor [she was a female, so...counselorette?] basically reiterated everything I had been stressing my parents out about for years. She told me I was a perfectionist and people pleaser. And then she asked me why I was like that.
And then I told her that’s what I was supposedly paying her for my boyfriend was supposedly paying her for.
And then I left her.
And then my boyfriend suggested couples counseling.
And then I left him.
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