The T I dumped talked as much about her life as she did about mine. By the end of the first session, I knew how long she'd been in therapy with her therapist, what her relationship was like with her father, that she struggled with her weight and where she'd lived.

In the 3rd session, I told her that my cat died. She asked me if I was there when they euthanized her and then proceeded to spend the next 5 minutes telling me how she couldn't be there when her dog was put to sleep, how she made her husband do it and how she felt about it all. That was the straw that broke the camel's back and I didn't go back.