As an adult, I have nothing but the utmost respect and love for my mum bringing us up as a single parent with no support. As a child and young adult, I was oblivious as to how many sacrifices my mum made for us, (she never let on to how hard it was) but since being a proper grown up, with children myself, and a loving very hands on, supportive husband, most days, I think to myself "how the f* did she do this, on her own, with no money, no support, nothing?" I admire her more than anyone else I know. Becoming a parent was the eye opener for me, understanding how it must have been for my mum. I have no contact with my dad. He wasn't around when we were kids, and has tried to make contact several times since we grew up. I.e, once the hard work was done, he wanted "in" on family time, to meet his grandchildren, and to probably try and sponge off of us, as we've all gone on to have good careers and do well financially. He can go to hell. I would never give him the satisfaction of laying eyes on my children, as he never earned the title of "dad" let alone grandad. My mum never bad mouthed him, she didn't have to, his own actions, or lack of, explained all we needed to know about him. I am currently saving to take mum to New York, as she's always longed to go, and I want to be able to treat her and give back to her after everything she did for us.