Yours was marginally better than mine. Much physical and mental abuse accompanied my younger years. I was the designated Black Sheep of the family. Once my parents divorced it got a LITTLE better....for awhile. When I got too big for my mother to smack around, she'd just cuss me out over anything real or imagined. I left home at 18 and never went back again. Both of them are long gone now and I couldn't be happier. I was just pissed that I had to wait 67 years at the time for the first one to kick the bucket. My only complaint now is that they didn't bury either of them deep enough!

Sad upbringings are more common than we know.
Sorry you went through that.

That was a difficult life.

Is that why you use all the extra PARENTheses, ie “my parent’s” and “4 year’s old?”