My parents got divorced when I was ~4... and my brother was 1.5 years younger.
We stayed with our father, because the guilty party was my mum... she cheated.
Well, to me, it's the normal state, to have them both separated. I have no memory whatsoever of them living together.
People tell me that, at the time, I suffered a bit, became sad and annoyed at everything. Daycare seems to have had the worst time with me.
But I got over it.... I have no memory of those times... trauma, maybe... I don't know. Don't care.
My dad did the best job he knew how to and I can only thank him for the person I am today.
So... go ahead with your life... The kids adapt and, in time, understand or simply don't care, it becomes the norm.
We stayed with our father, because the guilty party was my mum... she cheated.
Well, to me, it's the normal state, to have them both separated. I have no memory whatsoever of them living together.
People tell me that, at the time, I suffered a bit, became sad and annoyed at everything. Daycare seems to have had the worst time with me.
But I got over it.... I have no memory of those times... trauma, maybe... I don't know. Don't care.
My dad did the best job he knew how to and I can only thank him for the person I am today.
So... go ahead with your life... The kids adapt and, in time, understand or simply don't care, it becomes the norm.