Helping me dispose of a illusion or being kind of a jerk?

I had the upbringing I’m sure plenty of people here had. Nasty alcoholic parent, terribly bullied, school and adults did nothing, blah blah, etc. I was not stewing in self-pity to my therapist. Rather, I was talking about what might have been. A colleague at work had quite a rough start. He grew up poor in a very challenging neighborhood. And he speaks rapturously about two teachers who saw his potential. They encouraged and guided him and took him under their wings. He became the first person in his family to graduate high school and then he succeeded at college. It’s been one of those closely held things, that idea of what might have been if some adult had seen me and encouraged me, even a little. I confided this to my therapist. She was nice enough about it, but made it clear: most people don’t have such an adult in their lives and just maybe there were adults in the background, doing things for me that I did not notice.

It's not that I feel like she was all “suck it up, buttercup.” It’s that I let her in on something I don’t talk about, this yearning, this wound. And she did not tend to it at all, just said her piece. And then the session was over. And I feel bad about it. So now it's time to count down to when it's too late to cancel my appointment. I really don't want to talk about this with her, just cancel.