My father was a tyrant when I was growing up. He'd often beat me and then send me off to school looking awful. My high school principal took me home more than once and told my mother that I needed to heal up before I could return to school. I had a very interesting childhood.
When I told my father that I wanted to go to college he said why, you're only going to get married and have babies.
School was always simple for me, but very hard for my brother and sister. They would study and study and have a terrible time making decent grades. I always wondered why there was such a difference.
With all the conflict I dealt with while growing up my father told me many years later in my life that he was very proud of me. I was then a Sergeant in our local Sheriff's Office. He died before I was promoted to lieutenant. He would have really liked that, and yes we did make peace. It just took a long time.
When I entered high school I was extremely popular. My mother was very religious and dancing wasn't allowed, so when I came home so excited that I'd been named the princess (by my peers) of the first dance of the year, I was heartbroken when she told me I wasn't going. Many years later she admitted that she should have let me go.