My parents split up when I was 8 or 9.
I cried for an hour, then The Simpsons came on and I was fine... I don't know, it wasn't a nasty divorce, my mom just fell out of love with my dad. He was a workaholic and the only time they ever communicated was when they were drinking... They never hit each other but there was some intense shouting matches, my mom could deal just as much as he could, probably more.
My brother was totally wacked out from it, being 6 or 7 at the time. He got messed bad and had issues for a number of years.
I dont know, its not that bad. I still see my dad all the time, he lives a few blocks away and he and my mom are on good terms.
Best part about being a little child of divorce is parents competing for your love. I didn't really care eitherway so I saw it as way to get free shit. 
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