I would like to have grown up in one place instead of moving around constantly as we did - I lived in something like 12 different houses before the age of 18, including a homeless shelter with my mum and siblings in order to escape my violent/alcoholic father. After that episode we moved to the Netherlands when I was 7, where I had a hard time because suddenly everything was in Dutch - I felt confused and like I had no real identity or sense of belonging. My father rejoined our family again there, but the arguments between my parents only got worse, and there were screaming matches and physical abuse in our house every day. My parents were cold people and never expressed any joy or love towards us kids - we were always nuisances and constantly being told to shut up/go to our room. I remember crying a lot as a kid, and hiding/trying to get away as much as I could. There were rumors of my father also being a pedophile with him possibly doing bad things to my sister, and not long after that came to light, my brother tried to kill himself. Eventually all the abuse and craziness died out once my parents finally divorced, but all of the above still goes through my mind a lot.
So when I think back on this, I see so much that could've been done differently. I'm sure I would've been a totally different person if I'd grown up in one location, with love, support, and guidance. It's put me off wanting a family of my own, and I can't even seem to trust or appreciate it when I have a healthy interaction with somebody these days - it's like I need a dose of chaos/dysfunction in order for it to feel right. But I also think it's no surprise that I grew up a little on the maladjusted side, so I can't be too hard on myself really.