I remember saying that phrase only once, and it was to a relationship therapist.
My “other” and I had some serious issues and sincerely wanted to work on them. We went to a guy, having no background knowledge about him. I don’t recall whether we were referred, or whether we’d simply found him in the phone book, but he was unknown to us.
The man turned out to be silly and buffoonish. He spent an entire session making insipid jokes about everything we said. We were pouring-out our hearts, and he’d interrupt and make smart-aleck jokes. These weren’t witty, insightful quips; they were on par with the wisecracks of an 8-year-old class clown.
When the guy learned that we wouldn’t be returning, he called me and asked why not. I said, “I don’t like you.” He was stunned, as if I’d slapped him across the face, and wanted me to explain. I did so, pulling no punches.
He got all contrite and begged me to return with my partner. He said that I could help him “learn” how to be a better counselor. In other words, he wanted me to spend my time and money improving him and teaching him not to behave boorishly. I passed.