My mom never married my dad, but was married to my brother's father until I was about 8 (my brother was 4). Big ugly divorce. My brother and I both had nightmares for months.
We moved states and my mom wouldn't let my step-father contact us at all. She then got married again, divorced again. I was about 13. More nightmares and emotional problems. She wouldn't talk to us about anything, why it was happening and whatnot (I later found out it was because he had an affair with a lady down the street).
After that there were men in and out of the house periodically. Just a fucked up mess. It was hard on my brother and me, trying to figure out who was real, who was going to stay and that it wasn't because of us.
My brother, who clearly had other emotional problems, eventually killed himself. In his diaries he wrote about how he just wanted a father to love him.
Bleh, thanks for the memories.
