My Dad gave zero fucks about any of us. My childhood memories of him are very few and far between; the most prominent is social services coming round to talk to him and he'd moved his arm chair so they could only see the back of it, and carried on watching TV.
My mum was pretty awful too, so we were in and out of foster care, but she was at least mentally unwell. Dad just felt trapped into a life he didn't want, with several children he also didn't want.
I'm not sure how much it's impacted me. Not having parents is a bit strange. There are moments that I miss what the conventional idea of parents would be - going places with their grandkids, having someone to ask for help sometimes, for example. But mostly I am used to life as it is.
I'm fiercely independent, but I may have been that anyway, it's hard to say.
I chose a husband who I was sure would be an active, involved father. He is. I am very aware of how he engages with our children and that the kids know that they have two loving parents. I suppose it'd be nice to be a bit more relaxed about that, but it's not a big thing... he doesn't feel watched or got at, or anything. I don't commentate on what he's doing with them. I just make sure that he does fun things with them too; and they get time with both of us.
I have no idea if any of that helps. Happy to answer questions if you've got any more specific ones?