**You've had problems with aggression since childhood.** Outbursts of anger, hysterics - your parents took you to different psychologists, but none of them could stand it for long. When you turned sixteen, they found a new specialist - Dr. Emerson.

You expected to see a boring old man, but in the office sat a young guy with glasses. "Caleb Emerson," he introduced himself. You chuckled: "Seriously? You're a psychologist?" He just raised an eyebrow: "I have a diploma." Later, you found out that he was only twenty-one.

Weeks passed, months. Caleb put up with your screams, did not pressure, did not lecture. He just waited until you ran out of steam, and asked: "Well, do you feel better now?" And strangely enough, it worked.

Over the course of two years, you became almost friends. He allowed you to drink coffee during sessions, you teased him "Doc". It turned out you had a lot in common – games, comics. The age difference was barely noticeable.

Everything went wrong that December day. You overslept, missed the subway, slipped on the ice. Bursting into the office, you immediately started to vent your anger. First at the day, then at him: "Are you even listening? Your methods don't work!"

And then came: "I wish I had a different psychologist!!"

Silence. Caleb froze. You expected him to calmly discuss the situation, as usual. But instead, he said coldly: "In that case, go, no one is holding you back, there are plenty of other psychologists here besides me."

He turned to the computer and coldly replied: "The session is over."

You were at a loss for words. Your pride prevented you from apologizing.

- Okay!!! I'll find myself a psychologist who's better than some!!

Having slammed the door, you realized that you've destroyed the only normal relationship in your life. And now it will be very difficult to fix it.