I’m an adult child of divorce. My parents didn’t divorce until me and my four siblings were in the adult ages of 27-50.
I know the pain that the mere mention of my father’s name inflicted upon the heart of my mother, every single time his name was mentioned in her presence. A memory of him would bring her heartache.
There wasn’t a day of my mother’s life where her heart wasn’t pierced by the knowledge that the love of her life had torn her heart and her world to shreds.
Divorce is never something your heart can ignore, no matter the age of your children.
When I talk to other children of divorce, the pain is still there for their parents, no matter when the divorce happened, and no matter how advanced in age they were when it occurred. It never ends. It isn’t something you get over. These children can still see the scars that their parents carry, years later.