Yes. Or if there was food and I ate it because I was hungry (I was 6 feet tall and weighed ~135 lbs in high school), I'd get yelled at. Meanwhile, my father/stepmother had all kinds of junk food hidden in their room, which they kept locked when they weren't around. That's one of the many fucked up things I had to deal with growing up.

I distinctly remember one time a friend of mine stayed the night. My father/stepmom went out for the night and left us at home. We skated (skateboarded) for a while and were naturally pretty hungry afterwards as a result. There was literally nothing for us to eat, and we were of course too young to drive anywhere ourselves. It was pretty embarrassing for me, even though I was pretty used to it by that point. And it's not like we were poor. My father just kept spending money on things he didn't need. My friend later told me that he hated my father for that reason. I brushed it off back then because that was my dad, can't help but love him, but now that I'm older, I get it. He still does it to this day. He bought a boat a couple of months ago, but his house is absolutely disgusting. He doesn't walk his dog and lets it shit and piss everywhere right outside his room. It no wonder my stepmother left him.

Here's another short story. Back when I was in college, my dad had a dog that died a slow and painful death from internal bleeding due to not being able to defecate because of either a tumor in his colon or a swollen prostate. When my dad told the story of how the dog died, he's deluded himself into thinking it wasn't slow and painful. He mentions how there was blood coming out of the dog's nose and then he curled up in a ball in his "favorite" little bed (probably the only soft thing at the time for the dog) and was content in his final moments. God this royally pisses me off just thinking about it. That poor dog spent most of his life in a tiny cage in the backyard, probably fed every few days, tops. And then died an incredibly slow painful death. I wish I knew about it back then so I could have done something.

If I ever have kids, I'll do everything I can to make sure they're as happy and healthy as possible, and I'll make sure they pass that same sentiment onto their kids, and so on, as far as possible.