8 when they separated, 14 when the divorce became final. Between those times, a whole lot of Sturm and Drang, false accusations, nastiness about money, affairs, using the 5 kids as weapons and tools against each other and against each parent, pulling in other family members, triangulation, manipulation, threats, physical harm, petty crime, and emotional/verbal abuse.
I’m sorry, what was the question again?
I was completely devastated by the separation, but by the time the divorce was final, I was too cynical to care. I have no idea to this day why it took 6 years (although this was before no fault divorce), all I know is that it colored my childhood much more than my sibliings. It sort of WAS my childhood, really. Before age 8-sentimentalized, nostalgic bliss (in my very rose colored memory), after age 8, not enough food or no food in the house, weeping, drinking, shouting, physical fights, thievery, you name it.
I felt the ramification of all this for many years, and still feel it somewhat today. I am adult enough to realize that past events don’t have to dictate future paths, but there is a small part of me that will not trust, does not trust.
Looking back, it is obvious that divorce was the answer. To that, all I can say is that when I was 21, my parents re-marrried–each other. They haven’t learned much by the lesson.
I hope this answers the question.