@Fountofwisdom,
That makes a lot of sense to me and rings familiar. Even though I was close with my mother, I had a stronger attachment to my father, even though he was an alcoholic who was absent from our lives for 7 years when my brother and I were children.
When my father finally went for help and sobered up, mom took him back and it was the happiest day of my life. Dad was an alcoholic, but was never ever abusive in any way.
Anyway, dad did construction work all his life (when he was sober. Couldn't function while he was a heavy drinker) and within 2 years of him being sober, he started his own construction business which grew quickly. By the time he died, he was doing quite well financially.
While dad had his business, I wanted him to be as proud of me as I was of him, so I went to work for dad, dispite my fear of heights and I made him proud, which made me a very happy girl.
My brother was closer to mom.