Pamela Stephenson Quotes

I had a very angry father and was disconnected from my family.

My parents separated when I was younger.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?

When I was about 10 I ran away to see my father. He couldn't have cared less. He just took me back as soon as he could.

I came from a broken home, so my mom was a major influence in my life.

I had a very rocky, difficult, emotional childhood with my parents.

I definitely didn't have a happy childhood.

My mother, Carole Hedges, was my world until she walked out of our house when I was 7. Actually, she didn't walk out. Alcohol walked her out.

My childhood was bad. No father. Mother was greedy and brought me up awful - never made me breakfast once. I don't want to get started. One story is worse than another.

Any kid who grew up with an alcoholic parent will tell you how nauseating it feels never to know what it will be like when you come home.

Love came in wounded and frantic ways to my dismaying family.

For the first five years of my life, things felt pretty good. A lot went wrong after that, family-wise.

I grew up not seeing my father, and it is a hole in my heart that will never heal.

As an adult, it's a huge shock to be orphaned; as a child it's just hideous, ghastly.

I remember the bad times as a succession of painful emotional snapshots: Me walking into the library at 24 Sussex, seeing my mother in tears, and hearing her talk about leaving while my father stood facing her, stern and ashen.

There was a great strain in our family because my father didn't want anything to do with me. He was happy to see my brother and sister, but not me. I don't know why. Maybe it was shame. I don't know. But he never wanted anything to do with me. That rejection was terribly hurtful and it went on for years.

My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

I do not want any child in America to have my childhood because it was taken away from me because I just wasn't good enough; well I am good enough now.

I lived in Complexo do Alemao until I was 12, dealt with domestic violence in my childhood and faced difficulties in life.

I grew up in a house of no love or emotion - it kind of sticks with you.

I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.

'The Glass Castle' by Jeannette Walls is the quintessential dysfunctional family.

The first thing you should know about me is when I was three years old my mother left me and my father. And that was traumatic obviously for my father - he suffered a nervous breakdown at that time in his life.

My parents divorced, and I didn't have much of a daddy growing up.

There's something about a divorce in that even if your parents still love you, the fact that they can't live with each other makes you feel there's something wrong with you.