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 Continue reading “Divorced Parents Who Fight: How to Break The Cycle (a New Course)”