so..... T spent the last 3 wks in Europe.
If I was REALLY brave and strong, I would go in there and say, well, what'd you bring me?

Hey, isn't that what I'd ask my Mom? So if I have to suffer with the stinkin' transference , can't I at least get a present out of it?

I thought to myself, heck, I would expect my Mom to bring me something.
and then....... I remembered.

My Mom did go off to Europe for a couple weeks once. She was supposed to get back on a particular Thursday night.
Bright and early on Friday I called her to say "welcome home" and was stunned at the frozen, hostile reception she gave me. It took forever to get her to tell me what was wrong. "Where have you been?" she said bitterly, "I got home on Wednesday."
Me: But you told me you were coming home on Thursday.
Mom: Well I didn't. I came in on Wednesday. And YOU didn't call.
Me: What? Why on earth would I call, if I knew you weren't there yet?!
Mom: You could have called to check. But you didn't.

No.... Oh no. Even with transference, T will never be like that.