My mother had unpredictable bursts of anger, which you could never see coming (until I was a slightly more experienced teenager; and then, I found every excuse to get out of the house, as soon as my chores were done, as much as possible).

In my experience, I think this led to a fairly large mistrust of other women-in-general type of issue. It made me pretty strong, but I was also very isolated. And I remain very, very selective about who I allowed to get close to me, as friends. If I catch the first whiff of a superiority complex, or gossipy, twofaced nastiness, I'm outta there. Those are the weapons of small minds, and we underestimate them at our peril.