I went through 2 divorces with my dad. It sucks to be a kid in this kind of mess.
I think I should explain more about these divorces.
When I was 5, my mom divorced my dad. In the 60's she wasn't really able to keep me so my (mean) paternal grandmother got custody of me. Not my dad.
Dad and I lived with his mom dad and brothers.
As I understand it, my mother came to visit me and when she did she was treated like Shiit. Eventually she stopped coming but would stand on the corner near our house so she could see me. As a result my grandmother kept me in the house to spite her.
I never saw her again. All I ever heard in my childhood was what a whore she was. As I was told later, she died when I was 17
Mother #2 was ok for a couple years. Then she decided that my Dad's cousin was her real love and ran off with him. That broke up the family again but with 2 more kids.
She stayed with him but I was put in the position of 'snitch'. I withdrew.
