I guess that I have a lot of resentment toward my father now, but, at the time, I wasn't so traumatized by the divorce or anything at all like that. I was so young.
I'm a little resentful now though because, well, even though he always payed child support, and he would pick us up on the weekends, he just wasn't there to help us out with our mother who was -- and still is -- insane. The woman is so manic, so depressed, so miserable, so neurotic, and living with her was not easy. He wasn't there for any of it, and so, while he fulfilled his responsibilities as a child-support-paying, weekend dad, he just wasn't there to provide any sort of emotional support.
And now, some twenty years later, the guy moves back in! How bizarre is that? He still owns half the house, of course, and so when my sister moved out I guess he figured, "shit, why am I paying rent when I could be living in that house?" He literally just moved in one day, and it was so unbelievably weird.
I don't know. I should count my blessings that the divorce was fairly amicable, that I was too young to be more traumatized by it than I was, and that he at least put forth some effort to pick us up on the weekends and spend some time with us. Just wish he would have been there for the uh... you know... the more emotionally-exhausting moments when I really could have used a better example of how to deal with stressful moments.