My parents divorced when I was 10.
It was a very bitter and acrimonious divorce and my mother maintained that bitterness until the day she died- 40 years after they divorced.
I'm sad to say that I had no contact with my Dad for several years in my teens- this was entirely due to my mother's relentless campaign to paint him in the worst possible light.
However, when I grew up and started to think about things, and recognise the part my mother had to play in the whole sorry business, I changed my mind. My stepmother played a part- she told me how much my dad missed me and how much he hoped that I would get in contact one day.
I did, in the end, somewhere in my early 20s, and I am so happy that I did. A lot came out that I had been unaware of, or deliberately misled about.
We remained close until he died a few years ago.
Most of my time, after the divorce, was spent with my mother. I rarely got to see my father, and when I did, my mother was angry, bitter and mean about it. She made it very hard to keep loving him- but I did.
There is hope, but it would be much easier if all the adults remembered that the children's needs are paramount.