To be fair I will start with my own. The story has quite some history but it would be too much to post it on here. If you are interested you can send a message though.

So I lost my parents to my relationship. Or actually they lost me. I had quite a rough childhood (abusive mother, alcoholism, controlling and narcistic parents) and grew up way faster than most of my age. I never really had a good bond with my parents and at a certain age I noticed it all began to estrange. I liked other things then other kids my age and wanted to be independent and my parents hated it. Especially my mother. She hated how I listened to 70's/80's music, she hated how I wanted to learn how to be independent and hated how I think. Which is actually most caused by her. But let's continue. My mother had quite a rough childhood herself and seemed to bring it over to me.