Will things ever improve?

I’m not trying to complain, just need to let this out and maybe get some helpful advice if you have any. I grew up with very little. Not extremely poor, but money was always tight-just enough for bills and a few groceries. My parents argued constantly, my father would drink, and he'd put all the blame on my mother for every problem. It left deep scars. He was just that kind of person. Even when he messed up, wallahi, he’d make excuses or point fingers at someone totally innocent. Growing up in that house was really tough. I’d make dua, begging Allah to bring some peace, but I didn’t see the answer in this dunya. I know this world is a prison for the believers, but why does my prison feel so crushing? They slowly drained the passion I had for everything I once loved. My father didn’t even try to hide that he favored my little sister over me. If he had at least pretended, I could have accepted it. I’m a very fussy eater, so I wouldn’t eat much. I didn’t want to waste money on food only I would eat. I got made fun of for being skinny a lot. It’s hard, really. I never really had a proper childhood; it was stolen from me. That part hurts the most. I never asked for much-just a loving family and not having to stress about bills or food when I was twelve. I’m grateful for what I have, but would it have been too much to ask for a little more? When will I get to enjoy the things that were taken from me? I still live with them. I’m still young, but no longer a child. A big motivator in my life used to be getting wealthy, but that doesn’t interest me anymore. Actually, nothing does. JazakAllah khair to everyone who reads this, and any advice or kind words would mean a lot.