I fired my therapist!

It sounds like the name of a fabulous book, right? Well, I really did "fire" my therapist...or rather, I walked out on her. It's kind of funny now, but I do feel bad about it - it's unlike me to be so straightfoward and, well, mean.

My appointment was on Monday, and I had already decided it would be my last (at least with this therapist). There are multiple reasons why our "relationship" was no longer working:
She called Brayden, Brandon - not good with a grieving mother
She asked how I liked my new boss - I haven't changed jobs!
She told me that my specific tone of voice was one she just couldn't hear - hello, turn up your hearing aid!
She asked me the same questions each week - and not because she wanted me to focus on something...it was because she really didn't know.
Oh, and she constantly talked about her daughter and all the problems she had gone through with infertility - even though I had explained that my fertility battle was not the issue at hand!
Then she would discuss her, and I quote, "adorable grandchildren" and how she was worried about them for this or that....ugghhh!

It was time for me to leave, for sure! So, I had been in the session for about 5 minutes - watching the time tick away so slowly in her office covered with pics of her grandbabies. In that short amount of time she had managed to tell me that "grief is hard" in an incredibly condescending tone over 3 times...asked about changing bosses (which I didn't)...then asked about my recent trip home (again, which I hadn't done). I decided I didn't have to put up with someone who apparently wasn't listening. So, I stood up and said, "I'm done. You don't listen and you don't say things right. I'm just done." Poor lady was completely stunned! Then, I took care of myself - I walked out.

I still feel bad about being rude...but not bad enough to apologize.