I'm not anything like either of my parents, and I have a hard time relating to them at all.

I definitely have characteristics from both parents... I embrace the ones I like and work at changing the ones I don't.

I'm much like my grandma and a bit like my granddad..

Both

Definitely like them both. Intellectually and personality-wise I’m like my Dad...and increasingly with every day that passes...I’m physically like my Mum. Both are now long deceased...father in 1978, mother in 2002, but I owe so much to both of them, and my paternal grandfather, for showing me how to think and not what to think!

Definitely unlike my own parents. My mom never stood up to protect us kids while my dad's temper flew. While parents are partners, when one is being abusive, the other should halt it.

I was afraid to voice my troubles to my parents. I remember trying to tell my mom about being molested by a man on my way home from school one day, but realizing the man did exactly what my dad did to her, right in front of us kids, and also what he did to me when Mom or others weren't looking.

Kinda hard to tell right from wrong, until one graduates out of the household and takes a good look back in reflection, to determine what was right/good ethics, morals... and what was wrong/immoral, twisted, and not ever to be tolerated ever again in one's life, as long as self preservation, self respect, and a sense of confidence can be asserted.

While I wasn't a perfect parent, I hope I recognized enough of my own bad history not to repeat most of it and broke the cycle. So far so good, my kids are adults and make me proud every day. They stick up for their own rights, values and perspectives, as I taught them, while I was learning to do that for myself while they were young.

I suppose there are some good things I did perpetuate. Good grammar, spelling, vocabulary, from my mom... The desire to figure out and fix things from my dad. Other than that, I pretty much re-invented the wheel using parenting advice from what I felt were normal households, rather than perpetuating my dysfunctional family habits.

My parents weren't much alike to one another, so I'd say that I share some personality traits with them but that I'm not a lot like either of them. Sorry, I know that's not much of an answer.

I would like to think I am much like my mom, she was sweet, and gentle. I'm not, but we had different lives. She was a good mom, creative, and liked to work with her hands, as my sister and I do. My sister has her sweetness and gentleness. Mom died when I was 14. I am not like my dad, for that I am grateful. The dad I knew as an adult was different than he was when I was a kid. My mom's death and his remarriage changed him in a not good way. He was abusive when I was a child, as was not uncommon for the '60s. At the end of his life he was just an unhappy blustering old man.