My parents too, made themselves blacksheep. My dad was never one for stability, adopted around one by my evangelist grandmother and my catholic grandfather. They couldn't have kids, and had previously adopted my uncle, a carbon copy of my grandfather. My grandfather was a strict and valuedriven man, as deputy chief of the firefighters (he turned down the political role of chief) he expected respect. My uncle was a quiet, but popular, sporty kid. My dad a pale freckled redhead with coke bottle glasses was an artist. He had no chance.
My mom wasn't really raised in a real way, her parents were absent, both addicts. She did raise her little brother, not more than a year younger. It wasn't long before my grandparents divorced, leaving my grandfather homeless the majority of his life. My mom had little stability, and ended up being emancipated at 16, living in various situations.