All too often, my friend. All too often.
Father - big corporate fat cat
Step mother - tofu eating vegan dyke
Mother - hates anything that's not in the Bible.
Step father - 'HUH. FOOTBALL. HUH. CARS. HUH, I HAVE NO PERSONALITY. HUH'
Of course I thought of killing my parents at sometimes, but it never outlasted the momentary anger of the current situation.
I saw my mother as incompetent and ultimately pitied her even at a young age. She never got any respect from me until I was older. I respected my father even though his appearances in my life were seldom.
I have a deep caring for my parents, simply because even though both of their perspectives were seriously flawed they did the best they could in guiding me away from life's pitfalls. It's the effort that counts in the end.
In my teen years I struggled with my family, until we finally started getting along.
Due to a mix of them giving in to me and me showing superficial respect/subordination.
After that is was smooth sailing, I care for them and see them as an extension of myself.