So, when I was a child there were always discussions between them. Sometimes smaller, sometimes even with violence. He never treated me badly, he never hit me. But there was never a true father-to-son relationship. And I often feel sorry, and I miss it. Do not talk to my brother, they got upset several times, but the last one has not spoken for a long time. And we all live under the same roof. Lately things are not as complicated as in the past but the disagreements sometimes come back. I never wanted to be like him, I even did everything not to be the same. My greatest strength in the middle of all this will have been my brother. And I am always very sorry for what my mother goes through. I try to have a good relationship with my father, but I can’t because I always have that image of them. But honestly, it didn’t bother me much lately, I was never really upset with this since I literally grew up with them arguing. I never talked about it so openly with anyone