Mom died when I was 15, stepmother didn't want me around. I had a room (all of 6x8) and a bed. Other than that I did for myself. Worked, played sports and went to school. Dad was absolutely whipped and did nothing. The football team and then my fraternity brothers became my family. Strangely I believe it made me a much better father in the end. I never let my kids go to bed without telling them I love them, I hug them every chance I can and am happy to have made every sacrifice necessary to make their lives safe, comfortable and supported.