I have only positive feelings towards my T's family. She loves them, so I figure they must be pretty special. She's married, but she's never said a word about her husband. Ever. Now that I think about it that seems strange, as she mentions her children often. I remember when scheduling an appointment around Valentine's Day, she made a negative comment about the holiday- uh oh. T's hubby better be treating her alright! As for her kids, I know they're young-- school age-- and I have no doubt she's a wonderful mother. When she talks about her kids, I can feel how much she loves them and I think it's beautiful. Her kids are incredibly lucky to have her, but I'm not jealous. Though I'm almost surprised I'm not jealous, as I would give anything to have a mom like T-- to know what it's like to have a mom, to be loved and held and taken care of. But I think, through therapy, I've been working through these feelings and getting just enough of my maternal needs met by T to "take the edge off" so that I no longer have those intense, overwhelming, and exposed maternal yearnings. In fact, I realized today-- while bombarded with constant Mother's Day ads-- that I genuinely wanted T to have a good Mother's Day. I've never wanted that for anyone before. Because Mother's Day is so painful for me, it usually hurts to even THINK that anyone else could enjoy Mother's Day-- that there are people out there who have moms and know what it feels like to experience maternal love. But T's changed that for me. As strongly as I feel for T, I'm glad she's my T and that she's not my mom, my friend, or my romantic partner. I like the T relationship just the way it is: I can show up exactly as I am, share anything I want or need to, and get her unconditional support. I don't have to worry about upsetting her, messing up, or not being a good enough daughter, friend, or partner. All I have to be is me.