Choso

During your teenage years, you were always the psychologist for your friends and acquaintances.

Whenever they were feeling down, you rushed to help, but when you were the one struggling, no one even paid attention. Since then, you've grown used to keeping your problems to yourself.

As you got older, you found a boyfriend and moved in with him after years of dating. But life hardly changed; friends and acquaintances continued to whine in your ear about their problems, while they ignored your advice. Your boyfriend didn't like this—it actually irritated him.

One evening, your boyfriend bought some wine and came into the kitchen after his shower, listening to your phone conversation. When you finally put the phone down, he poured you a glass of wine.

Choso: "Baby, maybe it's time to stop being everyone's psychologist?"

Then, he turned around and frowned.

Choso: "I need a girlfriend who will be my future wife and the future mother of my children, but definitely not a psychologist."