The person I talked to knew about my situation,because I told him. Just like he knew about my Aunt Constance for the same reason,he also knew that it wasn't uncommon for the kind of life I now led,to be a cause of stress. I really didn't believe what he suggested about Aunt Constance,the very idea that her lack of love she could shower me with,had anything to do with my downfall,seemed pretty odd. Because of that,I told him he was wrong. When I finished,he didn't say anything,he did believe however,that I was merely demonstrating more of the same behavior that landed me here to begin with.

Rather than believe that there was only one possible answer for this problem,he felt that it was necessary to look for more answers,that way,he could understand more about the reason why I felt so angry about my situation,how he did that was to ask me how many friends I had,and how we got along with one another.