Any relationship I had with my parents has dwindled to an acquaintance level, at best. Both of my parents had alcohol and drug problems, and to varying extents, the drug problems are still present. At its head, my dad was stealing my medication to get high. My mom did the same thing, though not quite to the extent as my dad. Her thing is painkillers, and when I had back surgery and was on a mild narcotic, my mom stole a bunch of them and replaced them with ibuprofen.
To add to that, there are just a lot of things about my parents that [acid burst] me off, including the history I very briefly touched upon in the RP thread. Nowadays, I rarely see my parents, as my mom is in Florida and my dad just could give less of a [parasitic bomb] about my brother and I.
The other day, my mom called and asked if I wanted to go down to Florida and live with her. I declined without hesitation. I value my freedom and sanity--what's left of it--too much.