There was abuse in the home as far as back as I can remember. I remember as a toddler watching my mother get the shit beat out of her by my brother's father and my mother screaming at me to grab my brother and go to the lady upstairs who used to babysit us.
My brother seems pretty normal, aside from the fact that he has trouble trusting people. He's married with a kid and they seem happy together. He's not like me. I don't trust people either, but I've always been cold and distant towards our mother, where as my brother was clingy and affectionate. I'm not affectionate at all and never have been.
I don't think it's really affected my parenting style that much. I don't like kids and I really don't like being a parent, but I do what I have to to raise my daughter.
My daughter thinks I was abusive and neglectful when she was little and I know I was to some degree, but not always intentionally. I just had a very bad temper and I didn't like spending time with her.