That is exactly the kind of thing that would bother me. I'd try to force myself into believing that it did NOT bother me, then start acting out (only in my head, for the most part). I'd eventually cave and tell T.. in a messy, difficult to understand blurt of babble... he'd try to get clarification from me and try to get me to explain exactly WHAT and WHY it bothered me. I'd grasp for a reason that didn't sound as needy as "it hurts my feelings and I feel like you don't like me" but I'd keep acting like an *** until I finally managed to share that it hurts my feelings and I feel like he doesn't like me.

Then he would thank me for sharing, tell me how much he appreciates that I was willing to be vulnerable with him,and tell me that he understands how hard it is for me to share things like that. Then he'd figure out what he could adjust to make it better for me.

At least that's what has happened a million times thus far. Yet I still keep telling myself how foolish and selfish my feelings are.

Stupid therapy.