Hell, no.
You might recall that anytime mothers are mentioned I take the opportunity to bash on mine. My mother was fantastic at guilting her children in feeling bad for her, and turning them against their 1 of 3 fathers.
No, my household was more of a survival of the fittest, kind of deals. I made it out, though, not unscathed. My brother also made it out. My oldest f*ck up of a sister fled at 13, and my two younger sisters have been consumed by the hell that is that house.