I'll elaborate a little if you don't mind. When my daughter was born my wife suffered egregious post-partum depression, as if she had just given birth to her nemesis. Poor girl, in many ways she had. I was ‘mom’ for her middle-of-the-night feedings, for diaper changes - well, I had to play mom.

And nothing really changed to this day. I am the nurturer and she is relegated to more a pain in the ass - scratch that, say 'distant' - than a parent. Jealousy is the issue. They are both pretty ladies, but the daughter outshined the mother in almost every respect and the tension has been, at times, almost palpable.

Don’t know you, or if this relates in the least. Just made me think.