Do your parents mean the world to you?

I think Mom caught Dad on the rebound from another love interest, and he doubted his and Mom’s marriage the day they wed. This wedding produced 8 children.
So Mom had done her Catholic duty, and took care of the house while Dad worked. Mom was too busy to really care about all of the kid’s emotional and educational needs, so she got burnt out real fast. Thus the kids were neglected.
Dad was always distant, not ever getting really involved with the family like a real father would. When I was 16, he and I got into a real nasty knock-down-drag-out fist fight in the bathroom with the whole family listening. During the fight he sucker punched me and broke my nose. There was blood everywhere! Then he leered over me while I cleaned the mess up, I being constantly afraid he would hit me in the nose again.
Do my parents mean the world to me? Not hardly!

No. I was very close to my Dad, but my mother is a nasty piece of business from whom I am estranged.

My parents mean a lot to me and keep in touch with them , but they both have their own lives and worlds.

Mrs Squeeky is the number one person in my world.

My mom is yes, and yes I would.

Well, when they were alive Dad was aloof, and we rarely talked. I was more involved with my Mom. However they divorced when I was 19 and she promptly moved 2000 miles away. That hurt. I felt…dumped. I wouldn’t argue with her, but not because it would make her unhappy, but because she’d explode. A couple of years later my dad moved 2000 miles away too, on the other side of the country. So, I don’t really even know what it would be like to have an adult relationship with my parents.

My Father died when I was 4 from a long fight with leukemia. Couldn’t qualify for life insurance so Mom worked multiple jobs to support me and my 2 older Sisters (She had too much pride to accept a dime of State Aid). Mom was mostly working or sleeping. My Sisters took care of me but we pretty much lived a life of pandemonium and craziness (nothing made sense to me and I rebelled and did very poorly in school). We were not a happy lot and certainly not a family. When my Mom was around I’m pretty sure that I made her life miserable. I’m so sorry for that.

Nevertheless we made an unspoken agreement to love each other later in life. I made sure that she had money for medications and dental care when she retired. Whatever she needed, I made sure that she got it. When she passed away I took charge of everything and made sure her funeral was first class. And I do miss that tough old bird! She made me just as tough.