I can't complain about my parents, I get along pretty well with both of them, though in different ways;
my father is the most responsible, the one who really took care of me all my life. And right now he's a big friend I can talk to about anything, he won't judge me. But I only see him in person once every six months
the rest of the time we talk through Skype or texts;
my mother is like an older sister, not totally grown up. I think she's one of these people who never should have had children. She is The Diva, as in all her money goes to buy shoes, clothes, make-up, hair care and parties. The only thing she does and really irks me to no end is when she arrives home Sunday at morning drunk as f*ck after partying through the whole weekend, and I need to spend my Sunday at home taking care of her. All in all in all she's a fun person to have around, her extensive knowledge in make-up and fashion is totally useful sometimes, and she normally lets me do whatever I want. Sometimes we even go out to party/concerts together and nobody can tell she's my mom, what's sort of cool. I think.
So, who's nicer? Hmmm, my father I think. At least, if I could choose, I'd move in with him in a heartbeat.