My dad's family - now there is a case study in dysfunction:
-Alcoholic Father - when my dad was 13, grandpa lost his license (but not for the first time, i'm sure) and had my dad drive him around, because somehow it made sense to have his son illegally drive him around than for him to illegally drive himself.
-Manic Depressive/Abusive/Neglectful Mother - when my dad was 7, she made pot roast for dinner. My dad's sister complained that "Aw... Pot roast, again?" so my grandmother said: "Fine. You don't like my cooking? I'm never cooking for you kids ever again." and she never did. my dad grew up eating foods a 7 year old can fix: scrambled eggs and spaghettios.
-Sister, thrice divorced, lives on commune in AZ, writing a science fiction movie that features no violence or sex
-Brother is an alcoholic, once divorced, now married to a pathological liar that has boasted to not only being the first female fire fighter in NYC, but also has trained Shamu the whale.
It is absolutely amazing to me that my dad turned out as well as he did. He enlisted in the Navy 66-68 to get out and pay for college and he just thrived in that environment. My uncle enlisted in the army, was dishonorably discharged and came back missing 4 teeth.
sigh.