Was it easier to be with just one parent when you were a teen?

My parents were great but very different. My mom was a shy violet worrier who adored my dad. My dad was a take no shit combat vet with a heart of gold. They were sort of hoot to be around. Like a comedy team.

My mother was a single mother until I was about 14 and I definitely did not get along with my stepfather when we lived together, so yes, for me it was better with one parent (my mom).

No. My father was rarely home due to his work and it put a lot of stress on my mother. She was happier when he was home and that made my life better.

Not really easier but there was a more comfortable feeling with my mother; probably because we spent much more time together.

Depending on the situation, I sometimes preferred being with one or the other of them, sometimes both.

With Dad—Once a week he went to the YMCA to play handball with his buddies. On the days he took me along, I’d shoot hoops or swim while I waited for him, usually an hour or so, then we’d swim together. I loved those times.

With Mom: My favorite time with her was watching old movies.

With both of them and my younger brother—We did lots of fun things as a family, including picnic and lake outings, eating out at restaurants, seeing drive-in movies, and going to Temple for Shabbat and holiday services.

Damn I miss those times!

I lived that everyday, I don’t think it was easier, but if I had a douche bag violent father it might have been worse.

I really couldn’t say. Financially, it was easier for us before the divorce. My father was abusive though, and to this day I don’t like being around him.
However, when we left, my mom started dating someone who was no better than my father. I think it would have been fine if she knew how to be alone, and to heal. But I’ll never know.

If I did something wrong, it depended on what it was. I would choose the one who would not take the matter too seriously.

If I wanted to ask for something, same as above.

Otherwise, I preferred (and still do) being with both of them. I felt like something was missing when one of them wasn’t in sight.

As a child, my Mom was empathetic to my requests, while my Dad was the hard liner. They switched roles when I was a teen.
My rents were married till my Dad passed away, when I ws in my late twenties.