I've been thinking for a while that you don't get it at all, and today was just another reminder. I can't believe I read that bit of self-hating inner dialogue to you. Ick. Then I was SO ANGRY with you for not saying much after. (but I am too polite to say any of this so I just keep quiet instead of popping with all this anger) What else did you think I was going to say? What the **** were you waiting for? When I told you for the millionth time that I hate your silence, you told me you'd be happy to talk about whatever I want to talk about. Did you even realize how hard it was for me to force out what I had just said? That that was what I wanted to talk about?

**** you and your Socratic questioning and your technique-y silence. Why do I bother telling you anything? I'm just so done. I'm not ever coming back.

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