3/10. Dad tried to teach me some practical skills growing up, and tried to discipline me in the right directions (ended up failing at that unfortunately, but partially my fault for not realizing how he was trying to help me when he was pushing me out of my comfort zone). Dad was pretty emotionally absent though, no discussions were had about my intense anxiety and social awkwardness (catastrophic failure on my parent's part, should have been paying closer attention to those things from a far earlier age. Was on autism spectrum, and if anyone should know and do something about that, it's the parents, but they just sort of prayed it was an "awkward kid being awkward" situation and that it would go away).
Mom was good emotional support, and I feel closer to her, but she usually played the "good cop, bad cop" game with Dad, and I ended up liking her more because she would allow me to cave into my anxieties instead of encouraging me to conquer fears. Sort of framing Dad to be the "good parent" here, but I didn't really feel like either of them were effective at raising me. They both dropped the ball in a lot of important ways.