I guess I have a whole different take on this. Are some people just "born" a certain way? My parents were married until the day my father died. He was always a part of our lives. He was a hard-working man, loving, not a cheater, pedophile or drug/alcohol abuser. In short, he was the perfect father. My mother was all that, too. Maybe they were a little over-protective but they had come from families that were quite the opposite.
Anyway, my older sister and I both grew up with the same parents. No one was abused. My sister was a sweet little girl, but when she hit puberty she was hell on wheels. My parents tried to get therapy for her, but nothing helped. She was hateful to them, ran away, attempted to shack up with some man when she was 15-just all kinds of crazy junk. Why?
I have my theories, but I think she was born with a "screw" loose or something. She told me some years later that when I was about 4 or 5 she thought me and our parents were plotting to murder her. Crazy!
She became a very selfish adult. She dumped her first child on my parents. Later, she claimed they "stole" her but that was not true. She, nor her druggie husband would take care of the girl. I have now "inherited" my niece since my father is dead and my mother is in a nursing home. My niece is not mean or hateful, but she has some disabilities and can't really live on her own. I promised my dad if anything happened to him or my mom I would look out for her. He knew my sister would not and her father could not. Who knows what happens when I am history!
I really saw myself in both letters-about the niece and the two different personalities of the kids. It was not a matter of choice for this auntie. The girl had nowhere to go. I am a bit curious like Pru-why is that aunt only fixated on the one child?
I have two sons and they are both very different. I love them both. One is just happy-go-lucky and the other one is uptight and temperamental. Hell, I don't know why. Neither have ever told me they hated me all the time like LW's daughter. That is a bit strange and strange that the woman waited this long to worry about it.
It is hard to tell from one letter what is going on in a family. I would just suggest to LW with the hateful daughter to tell her she loves her when she says I hate you. Some people you just can't change or help. I have learned that the hard way.
My dad told me once he loved me and my sister both, but he liked me better. I didn't understand at the time, but I do now. I wasn't always causing problems.
To the person that said his father told him the wrong one died, do not take that to heart. I know that is hard, but don't listen to him. You are here for a reason. I wish you could have had a father like mine. He was also everybody's grandpa. He used to come over and play basketball or video games with my boys. He came to every birthday party. One year this little neighbor girl jumped in daddy's lap and said "can I call you grandpa, too?" My dad said yes. He was the neighborhood grandfather. Your father is wrong in what he said and hopefully he will realize it. If not, you realize it.