My dad left my mom with 4 kids when I was 5 (and then had the balls to declare us as dependents on his taxes for several years after). Then my mom got addicted to booze and pills and ended up driving drunk, running into a telephone pole, and dying when I was 12 (with me in the car, lucky I survived). While I was between the ages of 5 and 12 though, she managed to marry 2 and almost 3 physically abusive drunks, one of whom broke my collarbone one night and almost killed her with the beating he gave her. I ended up stabbing him with a fork that night, deep, and he never touched ME again. (And this was a guy I told her would not be a good husband *before* she married him.)

Not hating on my parents. They were just flawed people, as are most people. I'm just trying to make the point, I suppose, that if all you have to complain about is your parents telling you to clean up, or watching what you're watching on TV...well, you've got it pretty good!