I was 17 years old when my parents splitt it (it’s been 1,5 year now) It effected me sooo much.
I couldn’t see it coming because my parents never fought. They more started living “next to each other” instead of with each other. When my dad told me, he was moving out. I was so shocked. Because I had so many problems at school and my home was my saven heaven. The place that I loved and then everything fell apart. I was totally broken by it. I couldn’t believe it.
I still think they could have made it work. If HE HAD MADE AN EFFORT TO FIX THINGS.
Instead of doing that. He found love with someone else.
And he didn’t even tell me he had someone else. He blabbed something about growing apart. I was so angry at my dad for doing this to me.
I think they could have made it work for 3 more years or so. Then I would have moved out to study and I would have been older and not in my puberty anymore and I think that would have been better.
My mom was broken. And all the pain she felt she outed it on us and I was terrible.
I saw my mom broke down several times and I don’t need to tell you what that does to you right?
I disgusted my dad but I still loved him. I still miss the band I used to had with my parents.
I have distanted myself from them. But I have accepted them not being together anymore. I’ve also accepted my dad’s gf. Which I hated at first
It changed my view on marriage. I don’t want to get married and if I have childern I don’t want them to go through something like this.