Tuesday night is Shrink Night

"But that’s perfectly normal behaviour, Y".
"What have you just called me? "
"You’re just like everybody else", he adds.
"Look, I’ve always been nothing but perfectly nice to you", I do not say because after three years and thousands of pounds, I know better than to defuse.
"I have a headache", I do say.

He gets up and dims the light a little.

I feel guilty.

"How does it feel to have someone do something for you?" He changes topics with a half smile.
"Don’t like it. It means I owe them, you, people, something. Even if it’s just a thank you."
"How does it feel when your special lady friend does something for you?" That guy is paid to be insistent, and it makes me fidget.
"Well, that’s ok actually. Because if I let her, then in a completely effed up way, I owe her, therefore I’m giving her something. And she’s good at doing things for me, and never makes me feel like it’s a huge favour. So it kinda works out. "

I don’t know if in the long term it’s really going to pay off knowing that I’m an overly self-reliant, ungrateful cow.