I made my plans in solid rock...
So. That bloke I've been seeing now has a girlfriend. He met someone else around the time he met me, and chose her. He waited until what you thought was your third date, and then told you. You'd have been more comfortable with a text, to be honest.
You smiled. Shrugged. Said good luck with it.
Now home, it's only now you feel like screaming and throwing things.
Oh, for fuck's sake. You met him, took him home, then went on a couple of dates. You should not be so fucking pissed off.
It's just like... no-one's ever chosen you. Not your parents. Not your husband. Never once have you been the one who was put first.
And yet your therapist tells you that you have to do stuff for yourself. I can think of one thing.