They’re fine now, as people, but I don’t hold a lot of trust in them and I don’t tell them much about my interests.

To modify the Miranda rights quote, “anything you say, do, or express interest in can and will be used against you”. Anything i talked about or enjoyed in my childhood was poked fun at by my dad to the point i stopped enjoying it and stopped talking to them about my likes/dislikes, and my mom can’t/couldn’t keep a secret for shit.

Dad also had zero understanding of personal space or privacy, and would just barge in my bedroom at any time (through a locked door, one of those doorknobs that can be unlocked with a flathead or a coin).

Stopped invading my personal space after i got big enough and held him in an elbow lock in a public space once; he kept putting his hand in my face and i eventually slapped it away, he got pissed and tried to get us to leave and grabbed my arm.

We get along mostly fine as adults after i moved out, he recognizes he fucked up a lot, but i don’t consider it a close relationship.