My mother also said that often, and thought that was a clever and interesting thing to say in general and specifically to me. She didn’t seem to think it was an unloving thing to say, or that it was clearly something she never said to my siblings, or that it screams “I don’t actually love you, either!!” Or “I’m the adult here and for some reason I’m feeling compelled to articulate this to you, a child, who is dependent on me for shelter and food and anything else you need, which now you know I will not be inclined to give you out of hatred” which is what the object of contempt feels like (dislike plus less power equals contempt, no)?