I remember the first time I went to a shrink.  My boyfriend at the time insisted I go since I was making him go.  The difference between him and I was that he had lost his mind and I was an innocent bystander to his madness.  But being the five-star girlfriend I was, I went anyway.  As long as he was paying for it. [because are you kidding me? I don't just have piles of gold bricks at my disposal to be told that I'm a perfectionist] 

After the first five minutes, the counselor [she was a female, so...counselorette?]  basically reiterated everything I had been stressing my parents out about for years.  She told me I was a perfectionist and people pleaser.  And then she asked me why I was like that. 

And then I told her that’s what I was supposedly paying her for  my boyfriend was supposedly paying her for.

And then I left her.

And then my boyfriend suggested couples counselling.

And then I left him.