I have a huge complex because my cat, Delilah, hates me. She no longer sits in my lap in the evenings and when I try to pick her up, she immediately goes into her "there-is-another-cat-in-territory" growl. I feed this cat and I want her to love me so badly. I guess she senses my (increasing) desperation and she just retreats.
She responds to Steve rather obediently (for a cat) by voluntarily getting into his lap and sitting contentedly. She also will sleep next to him in the bed when he gets home in the morning. But with me, when I try to pick her up, she immediately voices her displeasure. To add insult to injury, she even runs and hides under the bed to get away from me, when I want to hold her and squeeze her and love her.
Steve got her to come out from her safe spot with a billion treats. Now she's sitting by the window and I'm crushed. I can no longer call her "my cat" - she's just the cat that lives with me and barely tolerates me.