I told you.

My session with my therapist today was filled with long stretches of silence. I told her that I didn't feel listened to and pointed out how when I told her my divorce was final she said, "But he just left two weeks ago." Wrong. He left three months ago. Then soon after that she was talking about how I had been busy "raising four kids." Um, wrong again. Make that five. Not impressed. She doesn't give a shit about me. The advice she gives is common sense and nothing that I don't already know. Not that she gives a lot of advice. I'd be better off sitting and talking to a wall for an hour once a week. I told her I didn't want to make another appointment to see her, that I had to "think about it." Yeah, I thought about it. I won't be wasting my time and my $25 copay with her again. I know that therapy can be helpful, it helped me once before. But this is not helping me.