The rupture was awful. I felt anxious, betrayed, angry at God, angry at my mom, and angry at my dad. Angry at the world. Unlike other children of divorce, I knew that not one bit of it was my fault. And that made me angrier.

My parent’s divorce has not impacted me well and I feel anxious and depressed. I want to leave my family more to be able to breathe and figure out my family for myself without the opinions of others. I don't think I have a good relationship with my parents now.

It goes back many generations. My mother did the best she could to try to make things work until everything came to a head. My father was always working and never went to any games, so there was never the sense of support a kid would want or expect. They were very dark times growing up.

I became a very angry teenager. I felt unable to share my true emotions with family members. I felt ashamed of my desire for an intact family and told myself to toughen up and get over it for many years.

It is an extremely long story, and I'm still living it. As an adult I'm still trying to grow up and give my kids what I didn't have. I don't trust people.

I initially didn’t think the divorce affected me because I was told it wouldn’t affect me because I “was older”. I’ve since found, as I get older and more mature as a Christian that it is harder because I understand what happened and how people should strive to be like Christ. I had to process and grieve it all over again.

I remember being confused in school because I had gone through three different schools, three different states, in three different households in like a year and a half.