Ever since Donald Trump announced his bid for the presidency, people have been scratching their heads over his relationship with his youngest daughter, 24-year-old Tiffany Trump. Are they close? How often do they speak? Does he have any idea what her middle name is? Does he have any idea what her first name is? As it turns out, their relationship is about as awkward as you think it is.
According to People, Tiffany Trump’s relationship with her father has grown even more distant since he’s taken office. Tiffany, who grew up with her mother, Trump’s second wife, Marla Maples, in Los Angeles while her father lived in New York, has been attending law school at Georgetown since 2017. Despite her close proximity to the White House, she reportedly rarely speaks to her father.
“Since the inauguration, Tiffany and her father have sometimes gone for months without speaking and she went a very long time without seeing him,” a source told People. “The last time she was at a family function with him, it was awkward for her and she didn’t feel totally welcome.”
Tiffany has recently spent more time with her family, going to Mar-a-Lago for Christmas and spending Easter at the White House. In December, she posted a video of herself with her half-sister (and unofficial Trump favorite), Ivanka, while the two were in Florida. Still, the source added, the father-daughter relationship hasn’t seemed to improve.
“They always had a strained relationship her whole life, and it got exacerbated by the presidency,” they said. “It’s gotten much worse now.”
While Tiffany made appearances on the campaign trail in 2016, she’s always been perceived as an outlier of the family. Her ex-boyfriend, Ross Mechanic, is a registered Democrat, and she recently made headlines after she liked a photo on Instagram showing protest signs from the March for Our Lives rally. One sign said, “The next massacre will be the GOP in the midterm elections.”
If Tiffany Trump does, in fact, have a strained relationship with her father and feel awkward in his presence, well . . . welcome to the club, Tiff.
