My Mum was a Religious nut and my Dad was a Drunk. But both people I idolised.<br />
And I was raised in the school of hard knocks for which I am eternally greatly for it so embodies Life
I had a nice memorable childhood, my mum would always look out for all her children, buy us small items from the money she earned by stitching clothes (not much). My father was always there for us as well, more of a guiding force and companion.
My mom was awesome mt step dad sucked real bad.
My biological dad was an abusive drunk and my mother did the best she could. I understand more everyday how hard it was for her as i raise my own kids. my step father did his best to love me, he just didn't know how to handle someone who had already been thru what I had and he was always trying to keep me from making the same mistakes his daughters made.
Mine rocked :)