I grew up in a toxic home were the parents divorced.
I had very mixed feelings for a long time. What I presented, because I knew it was acceptable, was that I was glad.
on the inside I was more deeply hurt and confused than I ever let anyone know. Absolutely heartbroken. And I had no outlet for that whatsoever. So that unhappiness grew and grew inside me.
As an adult I read The Unexpected Legacy of Divorce: The 25 Year Landmark Study.
The gist of that is basically that divorce is worse for kids, except if there is abuse. Parents being together but unhappy is better for the children than divorce as long as there isn’t abuse.
And there was abuse in my parent’s marriage so I accepted that what had happened was for the best.
It didn’t stop for wishing for other things- that their hadn’t been abuse, that there had been a way for me to stay in touch with both parents after their divorce, that even if that hadn’t been possible that someone would have been ok with me expressing my feelings or getting support.
In time and working through all those things, I realised that those weren’t any more likely either, not without big changes to to the people involved. Changes so big that I’d be as well just wish for them to be so different that there was never abuse and therefore no divorce.
But for all my life I will on some level passionately and fervently wish that they had been able to be together.