I had two parents and although it was not great and we were dirt oor and dad dranked and beat us. I now look back and see that our home was full of family love for each other and God entered our dad and things became great in his elder years. It was last August when he passed. The man I thought would bust the gates of hell open, ended up busting the gates of Heaven open. During his dying days he should so much love and care for all of us and no thoughts to what he was going through. He died a very honorable and God loving man. I can never match him.

my dad moved out when I was - he moved in with his girlfriend (now wife) this left just me and mum at home as my sisters had moved on. I looked aftermum and got her through the dark depression that she suffered, it was very hard though. When she was better - I totally went off the rails, I was drinking, hanging aroung with a rough older crowd. I got into a LOT of trouble (got pregnant) and my mum was very supportive and it brought us closer together It was a very tough time for us

yup... 'made-fo-each-othr' kinda parentz.. n a more-than-gud home life... (tuch-wud!!!)... peace!!!

I was blessed with two very loving parents and a great home life.

I had two parents until I was 16. I would have had a better home life if my father (the wife beating whore) had left sooner. Two parents are not the only answer to a good home life. I overcame my environment by being the one who kicked him out of the house.

HELL NO my life was not good, i overcame it by doing drugs

I was one of the lucky ones. Two parents. My dad died in 1960 at the age of 54..very young.

I had 2 parents growing up ... my Mom died when I was 20. Life was pretty good though.

Well while growing up my dad was the one who took good care of me . He did whatever he could in the limited amount of time he got . Well for the most part , I met different kinds of friends in different stages of my life ...supported each other in everything and have remained together even now. Well .... “There are no such things as strangers, only friends we haven't met yet.” Enjoy :)

I killed my parents that's how

My dad left when I was three years old I had to sisters. My mum couldn't really cope so my nan and grandad rasted me. But I was still very close to my mum and sisters, they only lived acoss the road. But our dad never really care we go to are grandads to see him and he would never show. Or we would fuss other his new kid. When I was about 11 my mum got marryed again and me and my sisters loved him, I guess because we were missing a dad. They had a baby girl my littleist sister. But he was always on drugs, he was a con man and slept with my old best friend who was about 12 or 11 at the time, for drugs. My nan tryed to help my mum get out of it but she picked him other us. My sister the youngest out of the 3 of us move in with my nan as well because she hated him. He was phoning my nan saying he was gonna kill her in the night, he was gonna gut are dogs. All that... Anyway my mum went a bit mad told me that I was the one who left her ... I was three... She kicked me out of the house and I cracked my gaw because I told him to pick him or us. There still togther but they hate each other and my mum is a mess still I just get on with her better. I wouldn't change nothing because I love my little sister, and it has show me never to took drugs and never to let a man take over my life.

when i was growing up i had both parents but a not so good home life when your a child you have no choice but to just get on with it.

No, I never met my father and my stepfathers were abusive to my mother and us kids. I overcame it by going through therapy and working hard to rid the bad memories.

I did not "overcome" my environment. It's like asking what is it like being a plumber's kid or a preacher's kid or a musician's kid. What you grow up with is what you know.