I had a lengthy talk with my father today about how even though he and my mother split up when I was just seven years old, I can't say I ever suffered from it at all. Probably because they just handled it really well, never pinning blames or anything (in fact it took years until I eventually asked what the cause was and it was the same for my brothers), and I still got to see my father at least once per week. The more I think about it the more amazing I think it is that they managed to pull that off that well, especially whenever I hear anyone else's experiences with parents breaking up. Makes me really appreciate how lucky I am.