When You Are Your Father’s Daughter
How if you are like your dad it’s meant as an insult, never as a compliment
My becoming came from a different marriage than my brother’s. I am a part of a blended family, and our parents aren’t the same, being separated by our fathers on different sides. My mother loved my brother’s father, while my father, as she told me, was more there for childcare for my brother and for him to have a father figure.
My father wanted a child; my mother did not, but she relented, so I was born.
When my mother says through clenched teeth, breath hissing through them like a cobra rising to strike, “You are your father’s daughter,” this is meant as anything but a compliment.
It’s meant as one of the worst insults that could be given. My parents are still together, so this would commonly be said with him somewhere around to hear it.
It is not an apology to be my father’s daughter, the child he wanted to have and the daughter he always wished for. He never wanted a son but told me he wanted a daughter and was happy that I was this when I was born.