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[–] 6220859? 1 point 0 points (+1|-1) ago 

Two parents and glad for it, the difference compared to a person who was raised by a single parent is clear.

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[–] IggyReilly 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

2-parent, but dad traveled for work until I was 10, so I only saw him one or two nights a week. Mom is narcissist and abused all of us; dad was a victim of the abuse, can't say he was an enabler but maybe he was because he wanted her to love him.

Since he started traveling for work shortly after their marriage, he believed her when he came back and told him we were all out of control, leading him to get pissed at us. She would then talk mad shit about my dad and his family to us, in an attempt to stifle any relationship with dad.

Dad got a job where he could be home when I was 10, but then they just started fighting all the time. My older brother would excitedly tell us he couldn't wait for divorce because he could live with mom and do/get whatever he wanted. This was when we would hide in one of our bedrooms and listen to them fight. We would always hear mom yelling, threatening to hit herself and call the cops on him. Dad would sometimes go stay in a hotel for a week or so at a time, but they never split up.

Mom was a "homemaker" which meant chain-smoking, day-drunk, talking on the phone about how she uses us children as slaves and how fucked we are to everyone she could, using us as slaves, playing Nintendo, and microwaving hotdogs for dinner. Don't even get me started on "pile day". When I was a teenager, she would bitch at me how horrible dad was. I would tell her to sack up and leave, and she would reply with, "but I don't have enough money to live the life I want without him."

She finally got a job when I was . . . maybe 22. She ended up cheating on dad for several years with a nasty troll-looking swinger who is now in prison for statutory rape and sodomy (his rebound from mom I guess - he was 56, she was 16). Dad suspected an affair, and eventually died at the age of 55 from a heart attack. When my sister and I were cleaning his things out of the house less than a week after his death (mom needed it done but was too "heartbroken" to do so), we found a bottle of tetracycline in his medicine area. He had health insurance, but this was prescribed to him on the side by a doc he knew.

We looked up what the meds were for, and saw it is a common treatment for some STDs, so my theory is: mom got STD from troll-swinger, gave it to dad. Dad, in shame, went and got prescription on the side instead of going to his doctor. Side effects include, if I remember, possible heart problems if prescribed incorrectly. He died of a heart attack while finishing the meds, when a physical just 3 months prior came back that he was in great health (aged 55). Mom refused an autopsy, probably to cover up how shitty of a human being she is, collected the life insurance, sold the house, and shacked up with another guy less than 3 months after dad passed. She still doesn't work, and is toothless and ugly - don't know how she managed to snag anyone. Also, most of dad's "friends" knew of the affair, but never bothered to tell him.

It has affected my relationships because I sought out abusive partners, not knowing any better. I finally found someone normal, with a normal enough family, and it gives me anxiety thinking about them, because it's like a weird TV show family. I love the guy, but it is just so weird to be "normal". It's also hard to trust anyone, despite spewing my life all over the internet.