I grew up with my mom, we were homeless a lot, bounced around 4 states and probably moved like at least 25 times as a kid. We were extremely poor. My mom had an alcohol problem and major depressive disorder which she wouldn't get treatment for, she was never abusive though and she loved me a lot and did everything she could to take care of me and make sure I was happy, despite the environmental situations. I have 3 siblings, 2 brothers and one sister, they're all older than me and they grew up when our mom was doing really well in life so they had a vastly different childhood than I did. When they were young she was working, owned a house, didn't drink, etc.

My mom passed away from cancer a few years ago and I miss her.

Looking back things could have been a lot worse, she always protected me and made sure I was safe no matter where we were staying at the time

My father was never involved in my life, they got divorced when I was 2 months old and he never bothered to stay in my life so I didn't meet him until I was 22 years old.