My relationship with my parents is kinda weird. They divorced when I was younger (I'm glad they did; they hated each other at the end), so I'm sure my relationship with them would have been way different than it actually is now.
My mom and I fought like fuck from basically the time I could talk until I was about 16, and now we get along just fine. The older I get the more alike we are, which is bittersweet as we're both emotionally unstable and impulsive with a past full of suicidal behaviour... but we're also very loyal and have a heart of gold. My mom's actually a huge reason as to why I haven't ctb yet; I know that she loves me with everything in her and I'm terrified of hurting her... so this is a massive fucking barrier.
I have a more complicated relationship with my dad. When I was growing up, we were very close and he always had my back. Now, as an adult, it's just weird. There have been times where he's told me to just kill myself already, and then there have been other times where he's called me up just to say he loves me... it almost feels like a game of tug-of-war. I think that between all of my mental/emotional issues and hospitalizations, the fact that I still don't have my undergraduate degree, etc. he's just sick of my shit, and I can't say I blame him. I'm 10000% sick of my shit, too.
This is an interesting topic, Trashcan. :) It made me ramble a bit, but it also made me think.