My mental patient father abandoned me, my mother and unborn little brother before I was 2.
My step-father was an alcoholic gambler.

Oh. I guess you won that lottery too. Amazing how many winners we have among us, isn't it. I guess most of us did not grow up with Ward and June Cleaver as parents. Somehow we managed to muddle our way through anyway, didn't we? Did you blame other people because your opportunities were not as good as theirs?

Oh, wait a minute. I think I remember hearing somewhere that the plural of anecdote is not data....