If I remember correctly, I screamed something like "I don't give a f*cking sh*t what you're feeling, or what you're mad about, or your pain, we're talking about mine right now, & I don't want to hear about yours anytime soon, take it to your counselor, that's what you pay her for". (Yep, that was me, my little ole cookie self, lol)
Holy F'ing Sh*t! Your H deserves an honorary degree in Advanced DAM Tools. He could educate some of us here!
