it could have been worse, I guess.

my mother was very abusive (both from a physical and emotional standpoint), and I never met my father

I had a sister, but she took my mum's side and abused me also

however: I had the basics to survive. I wasn't homeless, I had food, I had toys to play with, and I had a love for cartoons (so I'd sit for hours in front of the tv watching cartoons to escape the abuse.)

I still have a love for cartoons to this day. it's one thing that really helps me hide from the memories