I am in my mid-50's.
My father, a well known figure in track circles, was a violent abuser of his wife and two kids, and it was a relief when he abandoned the family. Alcohol, gambling and womanizing were also part of his program.
My mother reacted all of this with drug and alcohol addiction. She was a nice person, but wasn't a parent. She really never has worked, and it has been difficult parenting her all of these years.
I went to university on track scholarship seven states away to escape all of this. I have been on my own since age 17. My brother, a very, very good runner, did the same. He was favored by my father, which in practical terms meant he got beat up a little less. But the bullying habits he accrued to survive don't die easily (he is brilliant and accomplished so it is not an intelligence issue, but an emotional one), and he is very challenging to get along with.
This wasn't as bad as it sounds. I had tremendous freedom, and learned early on to look in the mirror as the source to solve my problems (really helped academically as I wasn't going to school to please anyone but myself. But I did have to come to terms early about essentially not having a family.
To the original poster, be grateful for what you have. And you don't need to virtue signal about how different or better than you are than your family. Accept them as they are, flaws and all, and set your standards. The standards, and your life, is yours to own.