I am certain I am not one of the people of whom you are jealous (envious? I would have called it envy rather than jealousy). I have a stormy interaction with the therapist (I refuse to even refer to it as a relationship most times). I have no idea what is supposed to be going on, there is no warmth or fuzziness I can discern, I am not certain if she would remember my name if she did not write it down. I would not recognize her on the street. I usually leave feeling more frustrated, misunderstood, unheard and empty than before I go in each week. I would not assume it is you. (Although there seem to be some on the board who have indicated several times it is me).