You used to tell me “Jersey. Come in here and do your session then just do your life.”

How was I supposed to just do my life after every session if we texted each other everyday and several times a day between sessions? Yeah, it takes two to tango but you never owned your part. As the therapist you should have been able to see that I was stuck deep in transference. Your counter was too strong to help me pull out. I had to pull myself out of it and then when I got to the other side and told you that your crap isn’t working anymore, you also couldn’t figure that out.

What the **** was I paying you for?