Apparently, we are our father's daughters

Growing up, my dad and I weren’t incredibly close. We butted heads more than we agreed. He had a very rough personality with very narrow and high expectations and, generally, wasn’t a very kind person. It doesn’t mean he didn’t love me; it just came down to how he grew up and how his life experiences formed how he treated me and others. Some never saw that side of my dad. They saw the helpful, religious, passionate…