“Your problem is not my problem.” He replies. I sit there perplexed at his response, and ask “Are you serious?” He answers with a simple “Womp Womp” It takes a couple of seconds to sink in but when it does I shoot from the leather sofa I was sitting on and flip the table between us full of unread leather-bound books and look at him and yell “The F**K does that mean?” I’m escorted off the property promptly after that. I’m used to getting that response from most but not my therapist.