Everyone likes to tell me how much I remind them of my dad.....

I can't even begin to describe how much I hate that. I know they mean it in the most endearing way and mean it as a compliment but they don't know the **** I do. They didn't have to live with him. Even then, they weren't his damn verbal/psychological/emotional punching bag. They have no idea the **** that man has said and done.
Sure, I love my dad, but I'm so emotionally cut off from him that I say it with almost, almost no feeling.

This isn't a compliment for me. You might as well condemn me into becoming exactly what I'm fighting not to be. They never heard "Why don't you **** or get off the pot, already. You want to kill yourself, then do it. If not, then grow up and quit whining." The first time I ever came clean about being depressed and considering getting help.
Yeah, that's the person I want to remind people of. Give me a break.