This was probably the worst stage. You had a loving mother, she was kind and empathic. she had hugs that made even the coldest days seem warm, but there was HE. your father was a loose cannon, he liked new and shiny thing. he kept getting promotions and with fame came greed. he forgot about the family he wanted to start and yearned for new beginnings, maybe even better ones, but there was no one better that your mother- not in your eyes. they ended up getting a divorce and you sat with your mother day by day watching her break down, by the time he finally came to pick up the last of his things it was as if your mothers warmth moved with him. you started hating your dad for what he did to your mother and how he could forget about you in less than 60 months after feeding you, changing your dippers and putting you to sleep every night for around 5 years. At that age you just want everything to go back to normal, you don't really understand why you only see your father once every two weeks and how your mother is already loving another man. you envy other families who have Christmas dinners with their brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and especially moms and dads who still wanted to sleep in the same room together. all that you know at that age is that you are certain that you really hate your father for leaving you without reason. you start to believe that you were the cause that your Dad stopped loving your Mom and then you start to discover every problem within. you were forced to see a psychologist after the divorce, because the court insisted, but that women didn't help much. she made you draw pretty pictures and play with her fancy toys, luckily you only got to see her once. this whole divorce could have gone two different ways for you as a child, you were bullied or you were the bully. Remember that you only did and accepted the things that you grew up to know, some people just never learn to grow out of those phases. As for your relationship with your mother, you realized that it was up to you to be her smile, seeing that all of that faded the day your dad moved out. This was the time when you needed to put on your big-boy pants and man up, you couldn't be a child anymore. you were your mothers emotional support, sometimes even punching bag. in all honesty you weren't really mad at your mother for the fact that your childhood was stolen from you, that disappeared the day divorce invaded your home.