My family was considered a "model family." In reality, there was a lot of dysfunction in our home---my elder father had a problem giving up smoking and occasionally "slipped", he was a functional alcoholic, he had no ability to connect emotionally to his children. My mother was angry, abused her children, and she misused prescription anti-anxiety pills that she did NOT get from a doctor. So, our home life was totally unlike what we presented in public, the congregation and when being used for parts on the assembly/convention programs.
But looking good was all that mattered to my parents and what people thought of them---and their children--- was the most important thing. I felt more like a performing pet and less like an appreciated and loved child. I couldn't wait to get out of their house, so at 19, I married the MS who most closely matched their attitude and behavior, thereby repeating their pattern of living in a crazy house and having to hide how bad it really was.