I used to think the father was the good guy and it was as an adult that I saw him as a pityful excuse for a man. His needs always came first, never the children's. Tough [censored] if we were filthy and hungry. He once beat me because my feet were crusted with black crappy goo from going bare foot in the house. That's how clean my house was. And like I knew at that age to wash my feet? Never even had baths until I was 10 unless the female parent had games to play. He is just as accountable, became her servant for evil. I still hate her more though.