My dad was cool, how he put up with my pill popping face slapping out of her mind mom was beyond me. She accused me of being a druggie for smoking pot. I dragged her to her medicine cabinet and said, me? you are the druggie in the house. her reply " Those aren't drugs they are medication" I pointed out 8 opioid's 4 uppers 3 anti psychotics 5 downers plus some others. then she slapped me. Beatings of me and my sister continued until I go big enough to take both parents and I put my foot down. After I moved out I didn't speak to her for 20 years. I was semi civil to her for the last years of her life at the insistence of my wife. I still have no fond memories of her some 20 years laterMy father was an abusive alcoholic and drug user; the abusive stopped sometime in (junior?) high school when he went after me and I took him down.