I think my therapist is going to break up with me

When I was twenty-two, I started going to therapy. Call me enlightened (please, do), but I was having issues at work so I decided to do the rational thing and utilize the USAID-provided therapist.

Next thing I knew, instead of tackling my issues with confrontation and conflict management, she was asking about my relationship with my parents. Ah, the age-old conundrum of a childhood marked by fat shaming, alcoholism, and an emotionally abusive household (for legal reasons, this is a joke). I swear...