When I was a child I would say, the adults pretty much all directed me back to my parents. I don’t think I ever had a particularly close relationship with anyone else? I was homeschooled, so it was pretty much parents and the adults at youth group.
In some ways I think the question of whether my parents were “loving” was a distraction. I don’t think that my parents intended to do me harm, or didn’t want me, or anything like that. Looking back, what I see is a mix of temper and anxiety on the part of my mother that resulted her seeing deliberate defiance in everything, to the exclusion of other possibilities. This included seeing attempts to talk things over, or any expression of frustration or hurt, as dishonest attempts to evade responsibility.
To her mind, she was attempting to restrain an undisciplined, unruly, defiant child so she could have a productive adult life. The only loving option was to increase her attempts to maintain control. If she failed, her child would grow up to be godless and undisciplined, unable to make it on her own and without faith.