LadyLee....gosh, I don't know what to say. You must have had a very strong spirit to get through your childhood. It makes mine look like a walk in the park.
My parents were of the group that did the best they could, I guess. My Mom was an alcoholic and was afraid of her shadow most of the time. She was a great Mom when she wasn't drunk, but that wasn't a good deal of the time when I was growing up. My Mom taught me that life can not be lived to the fullest if you try to find peace of mind inside a shotglass whiskey....she died 2 years ago July 4th, and despite her not winning the "best Mom" award, I miss her. My Dad was of the generation were men did not cry or show emotion. This was his greatest fault, so I guess I can not complain. He was my Mom's enabler, making the booze in which she drowned her imaginary ghosts. He died a year and a half ago, I miss him too.
Mrs. Shakita