Near the end of a session, two years into his treatment and shortly after a one-week vacation of mine, Pierre casually said, “Oh, I filled out an application to start therapy at the White Institute. While you were on vacation, I went to see the psychologist at my school, and she referred me there. I thought maybe I could find a therapist there who would be charismatic, someone I could look up to, someone I could bond with.” I could barely contain my rage at Pierre's latest attempt to humiliate and devalue me, deny his need for me, and minimize his attachment to me. I thought fast and said, “You've made such an investment in this relationship,” to which he replied, “Well, if I can make an investment in this one, I can do it again.” Finally, nearly exasperated with his detachment, I said, “You spend so much energy trying to have an effect on me.” “You think I want that?” he said, and