Daddy Dearest And His Little Demon
Language: en
From the moment my daughter learned to speak, she treated me like a romantic rival. Every time my husband and I tried to be intimate, she would burst into the room, physically wedging herself between us. “You’re such a slut, Mom! Stop trying to seduce my daddy!” Once, at dinner, my husband reached over to put a piece of steak on my plate. My daughter screamed, ran to the balcony, and climbed onto the railing of our sixteenth-floor apartment. “Unless Daddy stays away from Mom, I’m jumping right now!” Even when I sat at my vanity to put on makeup, her voice would drip with venomous mockery:…