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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Then two single parent homes for the rest.

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.

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

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!

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.

Single parent at age 11

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

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

No pack of wolves option?

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