I have a 1/2 brother and sister, but was an only child until i met them at the age of 8. My parents are both musos. My dad worked in theatre for 15 years and i was always surrounded by extremely interesting people. Mum's oldest friend is transexual, and a majority of my parents friends were gay, lesbian, transgender, or crossdressers (male and female). My parents would have parties ( i was always around), and all the women would walk around in only g-strings..come to think of it, the men would too.
I would like to say that i really love my dad and have resolved all issues with him before i continue. He was a very domineering man and my mum and I lived in constant fear of a blow up. Both my parents worked at night, so from the age of about 6 i was essentially on my own (we had an old family member living with us, but he was 75 and kept to himself). My dad would give me chores, and if they weren't completed, he would wake me up at 3am (or whenever he got home) and make me do them. From the age of about 12 i was literally alone at home every evening...so as you can imagine, i can now keep myself amused, but at the time, it was a lonely existence. He would arc up about the smallest things, and most of my childhood memories are of being grounded or sent to my room.
When i was 15, my dad went overseas as his mother had a heart attack. I was staying at a friends house, i came home unannounced and walked in on my mum screwing another man on the bathroom floor. She told me to keep it a secret, because dad would divorce her. I did for 5 years. During this time, i found out that my parents had an open relationship. I didn't find it surprising, as from a young age, i was confused about the noises coming from my parents bedroom of a night time (ie: more than 2 voices). When i was 17, my parents told me that a "friend" was coming to stay as he and his girlfriend broke up. When he turned up, i realised that it was the same guy who was screwing my mum on the floor... I got really upset, it all came out eventually, but the guy still stayed! What really pissed me off is that i could hear them going at it at night... I moved out after that.
When i was 20 (i'm 27 now), my mum asked my dad for a divorce, as she'd fallen in love with this guy, my dad went psycho and pretty much made my mum a prisoner in the family home (i had moved in with my b/friend). My dad would make mum call me and tell me that she was nothing but a slut, everything was her fault, and she didn't deserve to live. I'm pretty sure he forced himself on her numerous times (she alluded to this after the fact).
One night, the other guy turned up pissed at the house, and started bashing the glass sliding door. It broke, and in the bustle, my mum's leg was slashed. It hit an artery and she almost bled to death. During this time, the other guy was chasing my dad around the house, and my dad stabbed the other guy, and got cut up himself.
This all led to my mum and the other guy getting a restraining order on my dad and my dad getting a restraining order on the other guy.
Dad decided that he was going to go overseas and pretty much said that he would commit suicide. I went with him and spent 6 months in hell.
That was 6.5 years ago.
I'm now married and with the help of my husband, friends, therapy, a course of anti-depressants and ALOT of crying, i am resolving my past. I love both my parents, and i know they both love me desperately , but i can also say that they probably weren't meant to be parents.
My mum is still with the other guy and my dad still lives overseas.
*takes virtual breath*
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Which now leaves me in an emotional crisis since the guy has lung cancer and emphasima (sp?) I feel I should not care but I do 
Grr!