My parents are still alive. My mom is okay, we live in the same house. I haven't personally reached out to my stepdad in three years, he occasionally calls my younger sister to update her on his health.
I have 2 sisters. For the most part, it was just my younger sister and I in the house, and then my older sister moved in later on.
My stepdad was an alcoholic. He had been married twice before meeting my mother, with 3 children that he lost all contact with.
When I was younger, my stepdad was the only person who mattered to me most days. I was a tomboy, who absolutely loved trucks, tractors, getting dirty and just hanging out with dad. His world was always a bit more interesting to me. When I was a preteen, I got to make money at the welding shop he ran. I thought that was pretty cool. But the other side of him, was he very abusive. You could bank on how his fits would go, just by what he was drinking any given night. He'd let the bills pile up all winter, to afford his addiction. When he was in charge of the financials, we suffered a lot. And when he did have money, he was very selfish with it.
He stopped calling me 3 years ago, because every time he would go on a complaining spree about his health, I would suggest seeking recovery. And to be honest, I just don't know what to say to him.
For the first 10 years of my life, my mother was a very gentle soul unless she had to fight for one of her friends. I remember her fighting one of her friend's husbands when he raised a fist to the friend. Unfortunately, she never really stuck up for herself in her own relationships. When they picked up and moved thousands of kms away from her family, she started disappearing inside of herself. She would work over the summer to pay off all of the bills formed in the winter. When she was bringing in the money, our needs were met. I did miss her most of my teenage years, even though she was in the other room.
My mother has changed a lot. She's definitely a good grandmother. She speaks to me every day. She's had to deal with some illnesses over the last ten years, but is still holding on. I know she feels lonely and resentful at where life has gotten her, and she's someone who is always complaining. But I'm grateful she isn't checked out anymore.
There's a level of consistency and stability that I have craved all of my life, that I've been able to achieve over the last few years. If I didn't have the life I had, I'm not sure I'd know how to be hungry for it.
I, guess because when it comes to divorce and money that nothing from nothing is still nothing? 
It was crazy the amount of respect he demanded at work. He thought I was beautiful and would call me “doll” so thats my nickname… he would ask me to never grow up lol but i tried to live my life so fast so he could see it…
