I never met my father and my mother goes ballistic whenever I ask for info. I've always felt likeI want to go home growing up. I never fit in. It didn't help that the mother figure hated me from before I was born. He left when she was pregnant, and she left me with a babysitter from when I was 6 months old until I was 4 years old. There was a lot of abuse and neglect. No love. I had PTSD with my first pregnancy.
Oh well, I don't care anymore. I've done a ton of spiritual research and I'm convinced we picked our parents in this "life", and all the rest of the drama to learn lessons.