I did not get love and affection. I got shelter, food (never breakfast though) and a home to live in.
But there was very little affection. Zero encouragement, in fact, the complete opposite. My parents told me I'd never amount to anything. My mother was selfish, and only focused on her self. Literally ONLY herself. If I ever asked for help with anything that wasn't the bare minimum of keeping me alive, I'd get screamed at, grounded, called a waste of space.
My parents argued alot (they still do actually)
I actually left home at 20 (after saving enough to rent a flat, bare in mind, as soon as I got a job, my mother took a huge chunk as board and lodge. Fair enough, but it was extortionate at 40% of my earnings) because it was such a toxic place to be. Fast forward 15 years (and a lot of therapy) ... I have amounted to something! I raised myself ang grew myself up. I grafted. I am successful. DH and I are expecting our first child in April.
I still see my parents, I love them. But I don't owe any of my current life to them. They want all the glory of becoming grandparents now though of course 🤔🤔🤔.
I will be exactly what my parents were not in terms of love, encouragement, and helping my child achieve whatever they want through guidance, learning and support.