Food was either flavorless or burned. Step-dad would be three martini's deep already. Couldn't leave until I finished my plate. Sister would be grilled about school, grades, boyfriends, homework, band; my status/progress/achievements weren't brought up. My sister and I had to hand wash all the dishes - periodically interrupted by step-dad whistling for sister like a dog to make him another martini (really just a glass of Beefeaters gin with ice).Good times!