Years later I would hear my father say the divorce had left him dating his children. That still meant picking us up every Sunday for a matinee and, if he had the money, an early dinner somewhere.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents were divorced and I would spend weekends with my father.
My mom and dad got divorced when I was very young, and growing up in a family where the head of the household wasn't a man made a big difference.
Divorce was miserable, as it always is, and we divorce for the same reasons we marry.
The only day I remember of my parents' marriage was the day my dad walked out. As I stood there at five years old, with my older sister and younger brother, I knew that he was gone.
I think my father couldn't wait to get home to his wife, but I don't know if he was so keen on us children.
For a decade, I was a stay-at-home mom. I sent my husband to his law office, sat on PTA boards and baked cookies - great cookies. All of a sudden, I had no husband, no job, few prospects, and two small children who had grown accustomed to eating.
I didn't want a divorce but had to because of circumstance.
There were days when my father didn't have money for food, and we slept hoping the next day something could be got from work.
It's a really weird thing, modern divorce. I found out I was getting divorced on television. That was kind of weird.
My own husband was divorced when we met, but without kids. I don't know what I would have done if he'd had them. I got the message very early on that the worst mistake a woman can make is marrying a man with children.