RedViking
Nord of the South
Mine got separated, started divorced when I was 12/13. Only saw my dad I was awake at midnight or when they were fighting and mom was throwing all the cutlery. Remember that night. Big fight. There was a storm. Mom said we start packing. Bags in the car. Kids in car. Daddy waiving goodbye. Thunderstorm. Lightning. Bye bye treehouse. Bye bye dad.Well, they divorced when I was 6.
Only found out 40 years later that he was not the hero I though he was.
Went to live with my grandfather for a couple of months. Grandad, my brother and myself all in a little outside room. I got the top bunk bed, so I had my little space. My belonging on the top of the cupboard where I can easily reach it. Mom got granddads room (he insisted). Sis got the spare room in the house.
Eventually mom and dad got together again. Dad lost his job. House got take by the bank (and my tree house). Dad started doing kitchen installations. They moved a lot. Farm, Town, Garage, House etc. etc. We were in many schools. I left home at 16/17....
Anyways, they were good parents. I had a good dad he never abused us. I miss him. Died of cancer. My mom was a pillar.
Dad's last couple of years was wonderful and he took well care of mom and made things right the best he could.