I think my psychologist hates me

I'm not certain, but I think my therapist hates me. For one, he responds to most of the insights I provide about my life with, "Well, you don't have to whine about it," or "Did you ever think about how having to listen to this drivel might make ME feel?" Then there was the time when he screamed out, "What a LOSER!" when I told him about how Bucky Finger made me kiss Paddie McLongjohns on the lips. He tried to cover it up by quietly asking, "Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?" I told him that, yes, he had in fact said that out loud and that I was not a loser, thank you very much. "You might want to leave that up to the experts," he responded under his breath.