I keep hearing about my therapists family, how much he loves his kids, and how easy that is for him. This touches a nerve with me, my parents didn't find it so easy to love me, and part of me wants the therapist to love me... I've mentioned before this hurts me, but it continues on. It's not that I don't want him to have a family and a happy life, it's that I want to do therapy and be happy myself, not be triggered by insensitive comments and precluded from feeling any sort of connection during a session because I'm re-experiencing the pain and anguish of feeling like an unloved child again.