My mom was a Great Dane, and my dad was a Chihuahua. (He stood on a chair).

No pack of wolves option?

I was raised in a 2 parent home; but my dad is not my biological father. He adopted me when I was very young.

Raised by mom and dad until age ten..
Then raised by grandparents thereafter..

Single parent at age 11

Although I had two parents, my father was a merchant seaman and was out to sea most of the time. So, I usually only had one parent at home.

My father died when I was eight so I was brought up by my mother. I know times were hard but she did a brilliant job, heaven knows how!

Mom doesn't want to say who my Dad was. Grandparents helped out some prevented me from being a complete latch key kid.

Two parent home until I was 8, then my parents divorced because they couldn’t make it work. Then with my dad as a single parent home until I was 16, at which point we went to live together with my dad’s new girlfriend and two kids my age.

Technically, first in a cold war 2 parent home for 14y.

Then two single parent homes for the rest.

2 parent home, though they divorced when I was in my early 20's. My youngest brother was fresh out of high school and leaving the nest. They then decided there wasn't any reason to stay together.

Though I was raised in a 2 parent home, that is not to imply that everything was rosy. Through my teen years up until I was 18 and moved out, my home was the epitome of dysfunction. Parents fought like cats and dogs over, get this, religion. In the year after I was gone, they divorced.

Though I was raised in a 2 parent home, that is not to imply that everything was rosy. Through my teen years up until I was 18 and moved out, my home was the epitome of dysfunction. Parents fought like cats and dogs over, get this, religion. In the year after I was gone, they divorced.

Two parents until I was 8, all of us kids were removed from home and turned over to the State Home in Waco. Mom divorced my dad a few years later. I ran away from the home at 16 and married 3 months later. My older brother and I raised ourselves and 6 younger sibs.

Technically two 2 parent homes.
My parents divorced when I was 6, both remarried within 6 months. I'd known my step mom since 3 and my step dad since 4. Spent 12 years getting driven across town to be traded on the weekends.

Mom's side: very a southern Baptist (drinking bad, smoking bad, cursing bad, sex was a topic we don't discuss EVER). Less well off than my dad's side, but my step father loved tech, so we got the internet when it became available to the public.

Dads side: non religious, but sent me to church because mom insisted, they drank, step mom smoked, and we watched actual movies, had conversations about life and things that mattered. Drugs were a taboo never to be caught with, but they did teach me the ins and outs of "right/wrong"

I got a mix of both sides of the fence on religon, politics, how to interact with others, and many other topics. It just took me getting old enough to move out on my own to finally be able to make up my own mind about all of it.

Actually this answer for me is really a split answer as it I was raised in a two parent home until the age of 11 when my parents divorced and then it was signle parent after that with the parents constantly fighting for custody. We were all of the opinion Dad didnt really want to raise as so much as he wanted to hurt our Mom. Custody went back and forth according to who won and since dad had more money he got us in the end. Overall Mom was the more loving parent.

Single parent (mom). My parents divorced when I was 5, he was an alcoholic and abusive. My father would pop into my life every so often, but wasn't too much of an influence. My mom dated on and off growing up, but was very protective of who she brought around me. As I got older the roles started to reverse and I became protective of her. She finally married 8 days after I graduated high school and left for the Air Force.

Two parents, but a lot of times it seemed more like one. My father wasn't much of a dad, especially when I got to be a teen. My parents eventually divorced. I'm estranged from my father, but close to my mom.

I was raised by a single mother. I met my father when I was 17. I'm astonished they were married to each other. My father joined the navy when I was pretty small. I have a younger sister. I think he may have come home twice after he joined the navy. I have one very vague memory of him from when I was around 7. My mother remarried an abusive man when I was 12. I left home at 16 and got married. Then the adventures really started.

Started in a two parent home with my baby brother, then my father was killed in a car wreck. Mom remarried, had two more kids, then (thankfully) divorced the evil stepfather. There was no option for multiple choice.

I was raised in a two parent home until I was about 13 years old, considering my dad was an abusive alcoholic that would beat his kids and wife every time he got drunk I feel I would have been better off being in a single parent home, in fact I was probably the reason my mother finally divorced him, at 13 years old I put one of his pistols to his head and told him "you ever hit my mother or brothers and sister again I will kill you", and yes the gun was loaded and cocked.

Raised with a younger brother by our happily married parents. They were together for 53 years, separated by the sudden and unexpected death of my father nearly two months ago.

My mom and dad, but basically my mom. She was raising my dad too. He has autism. Undiagnosed asperger's. He would not go for testing. My mom died, he let my 14 year old sister do the bills. He almost went bankrupt! Buying shit and eating out. Police got involved because he never made her go to high school. My aunt and cousin came and stepped in after a year. I was in my own apartment in college. We had an intervention and all moved to CO. They both moved back to OR, leaving me behind. Now my aunt helps me out. Those two are on their own. My dad lives alone with family helping him now. My sister is marrying some man she met 1 year ago. I'm not going to the wedding.

Two very dramatic, weird parents that shattered things and barely noticed I was there.

It fit the 70's country songs of the day though.

The drama they had was easier to appreciate as a young adult.

A 2 parent home but it may as well have been a Single Parent one since my 'mother' was an absolute bitch in every respect bar none and my Father was the kind of person who gave me guidance, taught me my principles, etc, in life and showed that just because she was a total bitch that not everyone else is and as such I should NEVER use heras my role model, etc, etc.