I suppose I had unusual parents in that I had an emasculating mother and a father who didn’t mind, or if he did, he buried that resentment p deep. Maybe part of his rage was taking it out on us. But if I’m being honest I never sensed much wounded masculinity from him, he responded to childhood abuse by not having that sense of manly pride at all as far as I can tell—his rage was more him going toddler mode bc he had no emotional maturity and was anti-child bc of the whole Christian evangelical thing, plus he never dealt w his own childhood emotions. Anyway I guess watching my mom dominate the fuck out of my dad shaped me in some ways, but then again, I had an older brother who spent our childhood trying to put me in my place, so that affected me too…