I feel a little jealous, but not so much that it bothers me. My T is married and has a child. I'm not at all jealous of the time she spends with them or her friends or whatever. It's more the thoughts that pass through my mind, when I'm talking about my own childhood. I find myself thinking "I bet you'd never do this to your kid. Your child is so lucky to be raised by you." Occasionally I'm jealous of her friends, because, as I've said before, part of me wishes she were my friend. But, the bigger part of me is very grateful she's my T and I wouldn't want to change that for anything. I don't begrudge her the relationships she has in her life...I just think those people are lucky to have a non-therapy related relationship with her.