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Chapter Two: Georgia "Gigi" Olivia Haden

My father, Christopher Straub Haden, has two daughters:

Lorelai "Rory" Leigh Gilmore and Georgia "Gigi" Olivia Haden.

I am Gigi.

I am not a Gilmore.

I will never be a Gilmore, no matter how hard I've tried. I've accepted it now, moved on. But back then, it was hard to accept, awfully hard.

My father wanted nothing more than for me to be a Gilmore. He was in awe of the Gilmores. He thought they were amazing, beautiful creatures capable of doing anything. He wanted me to be just like them.

He would always compare me to them, especially Rory. When I was very young, it was always "Now, Gigi, what would Rory do in a situation like this?" or "How would Rory solve that problem?" At first I just thought that he noticed that I admired my big sister and was playing on that, but I soon realized that he just really wanted me to be like her.

No, not like her.

Be her.

He wanted to prove to Lorelai that he too could raise a fantastic kid all on his own.

And so I became his puppet.

I always had to succeed. I always had to be the best in the class.

And it wasn't so bad. Or at least the pressure to succeed wasn't.

I'm smart enough, I always did really well in school.

But I wasn't Rory, I will never be Rory; and so, to Dad, I was never quite good enough.

I play soccer. In fact, I'm great at soccer. I had difficulty telling Dad, because I thought he'd be disappointed.

But he wasn't. For the first time in my life, he was ecstatic about something I had done, and I, in turn, was ecstatic. I thought that he was actually happy for me, happy that I'd found something I loved.

But it wasn't long until I realized that he was just happy that I was good at something that Rory wasn't. Rory. It always comes down to Rory or Lorelai. He wants me to be as smart and driven as Rory and as capable and responsible as Lorelai.

Things are always tense at Friday Night Dinner. Always. There's always a lot of tension between Dad and Lorelai and between Dad and Luke. Emily and Richard look down their noses at Luke and Dean. Emily and Richard are always asking me, Eliza and Lee about school, and of course that's awkward. Lee does the best out of the three of us, and you can tell that Emily and Richard like her best. I don't blame them for liking her more than me; but I can tell it hurts Eliza. She tries so hard.

All Eliza and I have ever done is try.

All anyone has ever done to us is blame us for not being Gilmore.

I met my mother, once.

Sherry Tinsdale, that's her name.

I was so excited to meet her. I was 15 years old.

I'd seen pictures of her before, and I had her hair and eyes. Blond hair and green eyes.

I was hoping that we'd have the kind of relationship that Lorelai and Rory have or Rory and Lee have.

I don't know what I was thinking. Well, I do, actually. I didn't know Mom—Sherry—like I do now.

I didn't know that she was stupid or fake or flighty or obsessive or an insane neat-freak or pathetic or insecure or needy.

Looking at that, at my mother, I can't blame my father for hoping I'd turn out more like the Gilmores.

My mother didn't care about me. She made a big show about seeing me again and cried—but those tears were fake. Fake as the big white smile plastered on her face. If she had given a damn about me she would've been there. She wouldn't have just left.

I've never really had a mother figure in my life.

I've had my Dad.

I've had Lorelai, but she's more like an aunt. Cares about you, but doesn't really know you too well. I'd hoped for a while that she could be like a mother figure to me, but she wasn't. She doesn't need to. She already has Rory and Lee and Eliza to be a mother to.

And so I've been just sort of taking life day by day, step by step, trying to navigate things on my own.

I don't know if I'd say my Dad has been a great dad. Or even a good dad.

He was there, I'll give him that.

Rory was always his favourite, and I can accept that.

I can't accept that I spent my whole childhood trying to live up to Miss-Perfect-GPA.

I can't accept that the only times my father has been pleased with me aren't through happiness for me, but happiness that I'm excelling at something Rory didn't.

I can't accept that I'm only a tool, used to show Lorelai that he too can be a successful single parent.

I can't accept that his love is hinged on my success.

I can't accept that he doesn't love me for me.

I can't accept that my father wants me to be someone else.

I can't accept that nothing I do will ever be quite good enough.

I can accept that I am not a Gilmore.

I can accept that I will never be a Gilmore.

I can accept that I am Gigi Haden, and that is all I will ever be.

And I am happy to be Gigi Haden.