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6 thoughts on “{Personal Story of the Past} I was That Little Girl #divorce #parents #abuse”

  1. I’m glad that there was a happy ending for your story. It’s a good thing that there wasn’t a more negative ending to your story. We have very similar backgrounds, and we have both been greatly blessed with being granted the chance to have happy endings from our negative upbringing.

  2. My parents never divorced but I can only imagine how difficult that can be on a young child. Your story is touching and I’m glad you came out of it well.

  3. Divorce is always hardest on the kids I think, even if they know it’s for the best. My mom wasn’t the fun parent but she was the parent that raised us 24/7 which I now appreciate. My dad has always been a part of my life, and he is a really nice guy, just not very parental. I’m glad you are on a healthier path now 🙂

  4. We have a family in our family where the kids were entirely devastated by divorce. The mom and grandma made it clear if the kids ‘took dad’s side’ they were out of the family. The well adjusted kids plummeted in a downward spiral of bad behavior, yet remain close to their mother, still shunning their dad (who still tries to reach out). It’s sad to watch, hard to take. And the woman is our family, so it makes it even harder to watch because we love the kids.

  5. Gosh, sounds familiar. My parents divorced when I was 8. I thought I was okay until I was 12, and my mom left us at our dad’s. My life spiraled out of control. I didn’t have anyone that cared, or loved it seemed. Mom was an alcoholic, dad stuck up for my step-mom and I was left to take care of my little sister that has a disability. I eventually started hanging out with the wrong crowd, smoking, and smoking pot. At 17, I left. Packed my bag and moved to FL with my now husband. Wanting to seek treatment but never did. Once Gav was born and almost passed away at birth, I lost it. Depression hit me hard. I finally got better but not before a divorce of my own. Luckily, my husband took me back and our life has been fantastic. I agree though, parents that divorce need to think about the children, it isn’t their fault. Work together int he best interest of the children.

  6. My parents divorced when I was 8 but I think I am maybe the only one in the world who was happy about it. Thankfully, I was able to stay with my dad.

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