I had always been glad to have the parents that I do. My mother has some problems with showing that she cares, but I know it could be so much worse then it is.
On the other hand my father is such a great person. He grew up with a stay-at-home mother and a father in the Air Force. Their family is very conservitive and went to church on a weekly basis without fail. We've notice the hypocrisy that's come from our family.
My father has been so supportive of me. I'm very lucky to have someone like him in my life.
I've been pushing my luck though by having fits of dysphoria. Then I regret saying something that would make them feel bad.
But I do love them and I do recognize that I'm lucky to have supportive parents.