Basically, my parents messed up because it was the Sixties, and they both had affairs, but they had a great love for each other. I saw that when my father flew over from Los Angeles when he knew my mother was going to die.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s, my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.
My parents were divorced when I was young. I was really brought up by my mother's side of the family.
Even though my parents separated, my mother was in love with my father and never re-married.
My parents divorced when I was 3 years old. They had a lounge act in Las Vegas, where I was born. The band broke up and the marriage dissolved, and my mother, my sister and I moved to Southern California. And I didn't see my dad a lot growing up; he was on the road a lot. I'd see him every couple years.
My parents separated when I was younger.
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 had a very distant relationship with my father. It was always just me and my mother. It was a shattering blow when she died. I was 16.
My parents were amazing people who had no business being together - and they knew it.
My parents had a great marriage. Interestingly, it made it harder for me in relationships because I knew what a good relationship looked like.
My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.