A weekend of MY friends, saying how wonderful IIIIIIIIII am.....shit, a few pints later, I'm mad, I'm a pathalogical liar. TWAT.
BLAAAAR....BLAAAAARRRRR
He even knows what his therapist thinks of me...
NO HE DOESN'T...MORON!!!!!
Therapists don't pass opinions on someone they've never met. full stop.
This was the first time my friends have come to our home. So there's some way to go then?????