My Dad pushed me (and my bro and sis) over the edge through my growing years (hence the silly 'prodigal' 'rebel' thing with my username). He was cranky, short-tempered, would say whatever hurtful thing that came to his mind, enjoyed taking out his frustrations and anger on others around him, constantly tell everyone that 'I'm successful because of my hard-working ethics and you all are slackers and losers who would be lucky to find a job scraping roadkill' etc. He was one of those people that only respected over-achievers, how much money they had and hated anyone who didn't 'make the cut'. Did wonders for my self-esteem, not.
Then I snapped and went into self-destruct mode. Somewhere down the line, I just realized that I was going to end up just like him - set up impossible standards for other people in my life and constantly grumbled how things weren't 'measuring up'. Stuff happened and after a total breakdown, I started to feel...sedated. Indifferent. Finally, happy.
I'm now a lot like my Mom. I stopped being an ass, so to speak. Back in my 'rebellious' days, my gf thought I was the anti-Christ and I'm surprised how long she tolerated me. After I got over that, my current gf (possible future wife:heart: ) thinks I'm sweeter than a bunny. Quirky sense of humor, very considerate of other people's feelings, go out of my way to help people in whatever little way I can, laid-back attitude towards life, putting friends and family before myself etc.
I think I'm turning into my Mom...and that's actually a pretty good thing. I still love my Dad (he had a stressful job and lots of sh!t - plus his side of the family has this thing where everyone goes bonkers once they hit 35 so can't really blame him) and I know that he's a good guy - he just doesn't know how to handle anger/frustration. But I sure am glad I don't see myself turning into him.