What the hell, I’ll share my story. I was a kid in a divorced house where my Mother denigrated my Father continuously, year after year after year. I think it was my child’s mind that said, “no one can be that bad!” and started to doubt the comments. Once I was old enough to act on my own I got back in touch with my wonderful Dad, and heard his side of the story. There’s always two sides you know. We have the best relationship and he is a good man. My mother blew it by trying to keep me on her side.