lonely, my former T used to tell my H that he is in a different "book" from her, and that he needn't be jealous of the way I feel about her. My T can't be all I want her to be, and I know that. It's transference. I want or wanted real people in my life to act like my T. They can't. She's too good to be true because she's my T, not my family. My family are real. They are my family. How can I compare them? I gave birth to my kids and raised them, with my H, to grow up, marry, and have kids of their own. How can I possibly compare them to my T? I love them! Yet I love my T too. She's in a different category.