Divorced Parents Who Fight: How to Break the Cycle (A New Course)
I remember perfectly the warm wave of hope and relief I felt when my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I was seven. My dad kneeled down in the hallway with me as he was leaving, his suitcase on the floor next to him, and promised it wasn’t my fault. I pretended I needed to hear this, but I knew perfectly well it was the two of them who had caused all the trouble. They had screamed and and threatened and abandoned each other off and on for as long as I had memories. There were many...