<p>I lived through my parents’ strained marriage all through my childhood, honestly believing that married people regularly got in shouting matches and door-slamming contests, and that it was just a part of life.</p>
<p>I don’t know what was more disruptive to me… The time leading up to my parents’ divorce, my mother’s mental and physical illnesses, the divorce, when the divorce stalled because my mother was too incapacitated to assist in the proceedings or pay her own bills, when I had to take away her car and put her in assisted living and help the state appoint a guardian for her, when my dad didn’t understand my anger at him and my feeling as though he’d abandoned my sick mom and left me with a burden that I didn’t deserve and wasn’t equipped to handle at the age of 24, when I found out that my dad had been seeing another woman and keeping it secret from me, when my dad was living out his bachelor life when I was supposed to be having fun in college, when I had to assume the parent role for my younger brother, or having to pay for the therapy to sort it all out. ;)</p>
<p>Either way, it made me stronger. It was an untenable situation for anybody to be put into, but it made me more empathetic, and I’m a stronger person now, and I have a wonderful husband who’s been fantastic through everything, and my mom is being cared for, and my dad is happily remarried. It’s been awkward, like putting one’s shoes on the wrong feet, and there was a long time that I just didn’t acknowledge my childhood memories because I felt like they’d been obliterated. (That was a mistake… I now feel more fulfilled, looking back over childhood pictures and remembering how things were when I was growing up, but for a while it was painful.) I had a lot of anger at my parents, both of them, for a long time, but now I realize that they just had two realities that diverged. They were both correct in their actions from the vantage points of their own realities, both of which were completely valid. I learned a lot about conflict. I learned a lot about what I wanted in my marriage. I got a lot more faith in my own marriage, too–we’re nothing like my parents in all the ways that matter, and I learned to watch for what healthy relationships look like.</p>
<p>So, it was very difficult, but it ended up being okay. My only regret is that I wasn’t treated as though my parents’ divorce would be a big deal to me, and I think people honestly believed that I was being silly when I was upset at their divorce. I was supposed to be “mature” about it, where “mature” meant “don’t have upset feelings.” There was a while where I was <em>not</em> okay, and I wish that had been accepted by people, and I wish I had been offered emotional resources and support to deal with things.</p>
<p>That’s the only thing I’d change, though. I’m glad my mom is in a place where she can be safe and cared for, and my dad wasn’t capable of providing that sort of care, either physically or emotionally. I do truly want my parents to be happy, and much to my bemused chagrin, I really do like my new stepmother. She’s my Facebook friend and everything. :)</p>
<p>It’s not easy. It’s not trivial, and it shouldn’t be trivialized. It’s as painful for the adult children as it is for the parents. But it’s not the worst thing in the world.</p>