Thanks so much. I don't have much hope. At this rate therapy will be the end of me.

Thanks for making me laugh. I guess you never know!

The worst thing about it is that it makes me feel like when I was as a child and dealing with my mother (like I was the parent even when I was very young). It really feels like I'm being rational and logical and he's being ridiculous. He declares "right and that's why medication won't help you and you don't need a second opinion"! I end up saying "but that's why I want a second opinion because that's just your opinion". Ah well. Time will tell, or some other cliche. (It was a family member's birthday and I've had way too much to drink, in case I'm making no sense.)