My mother was good in some ways, but my father was not. My childhood and adolescence were hell, with shouting, beatings, and physical and psychological abuse. My father never loved me. He didn't say so verbally, but his gestures and the way he spoke gave him away. There was never any affection, hugs, or anything (thankfully, my grandmother gave me hugs, few but more than I received). My happiest place was high school or college (not that I had many friends) because at least no one talked to me, which allowed me to take a break from home.
I have to say that they supported me in what I wanted to study, but emotionally they were no good at all.
I understand that sometimes parents create an image of what their child should be like that never matches the image the child has of themselves. I never felt listened to by my parents, and I had to face my problems alone, which is why I always feel abandoned.
