My dad went to jail for a long time. We lost everything, and the situation never resolved itself. My parents had this sort of passionate, disastrous desire for each other - not ideal to grow up in.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents divorced when I was 10, but when my father was there, he was trying to create almost like a little prison for me.
I love my dad and respect him and miss him, but I never hung around my father that much because my dad was a lawyer and engineer, and he really didn't understand what I was about. I was supposed to go to law school at UCLA - I was admitted - and instead of going to law school, I went on the road with a band.
I had a very difficult relationship with my father, which ended up okay, but there were many difficult years.
When I was younger, I didn't have the finer things in life. It was around me - the cars, the jewelry and all of that. But I didn't have it. So I did bad things to get what I wanted. Going to jail never crossed my mind. I wish it had. When I was locked up, my mother didn't support me because she couldn't accept who I was and where I was.
My dad? He died when I was 19, which is a bad time for your dad to die, because there's an awful lot of things you have to resolve with your parents past your teens if you've been a difficult teenager.
My parents were divorced when I was three, and both my father and mother moved back into the homes of their parents. I spent the school year with my mother, and the summers with my dad.
My parents did divorce, but my dad has always been present for me and loving me and my mom as well when she was alive.
My parents were divorced when I was young. I was really brought up by my mother's side of the family.
My parents divorced when I was young but I was brought up in two really loving households. I didn't have a contentious relationship with my mom or dad.
We had to make ends meet. My parents were divorced, so my father wasn't really in my life. We grew up like most kids, just wanting things.