Were you brought up in a happy, loving, caring, sharing family or an everyone-for-themselves stingy family?

There was no love in my family, at least not past my 4th or 5th b-day. Nobody shared anything, nobody was taught to love or care for the others, it was all I, me, mine! Well, for them, anyway. They were allowed to do anything they wanted with my stuff but I wasn't even allowed to think about looking at theirs. It always made me feel like I was some kind of experiment that everyone but me was in on. It's no wonder I mostly keep to myself.

Were you brought up in a happy, loving, caring, sharing family or an everyone-for-themselves stingy family?
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