Too selfish to give a damn about what i did. But when I got in trouble, since they felt it looked bad on them, there was strict punishment

My parents were beyond strict, they were mental and my father was cruel.
Punishment was not reserved for when you had done something wrong,
perhaps it was a cloudy day, he lost his money on a horse or whatever,
or what the hell, he got off on it.
My mother would feed it to draw his attention, like give him an excuse to punish us.

Mine were pretty cool for the most part, they got the odd corn cob but as I found out that's in the job description

everything was cool up to a point, but there were lines you just did not cross.

I had strict parents, though my mother was the militant disciplinarian. My father was more fair, generally. Conservative Catholic values were strictly adhered to, so that played a significant role as well.

I was raised by marshmallows somewhere in between Ghost Busters and Smores. I usually got away with everything, but only at home; consequences teach responsibility.