My mother didn’t like me, did nothing but tell me I was going to hell. . OK because I didn’t like her either. My dad absolutely loved me. He was in the restaurant biz and made great breakfasts and dinners for me. I still don’t eat lunch.
Breakfast at 10 or 11, dinner at 7. I weigh 112, am really never hungry, have to remind myself to eat. My dad said, “Buy the best food you can afford and do as little as possible to it.” My MD said he’d never seen anyone my age as healthy as I am. Take one prescription drug and 11 nutritional supplements, and have for decades.
My dad loved us, too, but he couldn’t do anything about our mother’s behavior. She was nuts, damaged, a product of her rotten upbringing. I believe she loved us, but she was so messed up that she didn’t how to parent. I didn’t do such a hot job, myself, I know.