This is a no shit Sherlock story. People treated well act better.

I grew up in a family hell bent on making sure we knew we had to prove our worth every moment of every day.
I grew up, dropped them and created a family that loves unconditionally and figured out what you wanted to be in life.
Difference between the stress and turmoil is night and day.
My siblings making repeating the cycle are miserable.
The family I made is everyone's safe place.
The rest of the world is going to hell. The last thing we need to do is make more of it.