Dr. doom and gloom: and advice column 

Motto: I can't see your point, but I can still crush your denial 

Meet Dr. doom and gloom. By day, a highly trained mental health clinician and by night, still a highly trained mental health clinician, just more caffeinated and with slightly less patience. Living without the burden of eyesight, but gifted with razor sharp side eye. Feared by manipulators and adored by true seekers, Dr. doom and gloom broke the glass ceiling of sugarcoated Therapy. Armed with only clinical training and gallows humor, she patrols the streets and alleys of your psyche. 

Dr. doom and gloom may not catch your mean mug, but can sniff out emotional warfare from three Diagnosable miles away. Write in and get ready for an uncensored response. 

Dear Dr. Doom n’ Gloom,

My husband of 3 years says I’m being dramatic when I get upset at him for taking me to Burger King or Arby’s on our date night. I try not to get upset and enjoy myself but I feel silly dressing up and sitting at a fast food booth. Am I ing melodramatic? Am I being materialistic? I just don’t know and need some help.

Sincerely,

Maybe melodramatic in Mobile, Alabama 

Dear Maybe melodramatic in Alabama,

You are not veing melodramatic or materialistic. In fact, you are being far too passive. Your husband needs a moral booster to wake him from the complacency coma he has been in for the past 3 years. I suggest you take yourself out on date night to a tablecloth dinner with valet services. Use his credit card, of course. Get yourself champagne and order to your heart’s content. After all, you are doing this for him. Your husband broke a sacred oath. No wife deserves to have a killer outfit spoiled in the name of culinary mismatch. Have a glass of champagne for me.

Sincerely,

Dr. Doom n’ gloom

P.S. no self respecting person considers Arbys as real food, stop lying to yourself 

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