Prosenjit Chatterjee Quotes

My parents separated when I was younger.

My mother and father split up when I was three and my brother was still in the womb.

I was six when my parents divorced, and that was tough for me.

My brother and I were separated when I was a child; we went with different parents.

My parents are separated. My father left when I was six years old.

My mother left my father in their late 60s.

My parents split when I was 13. For a youngster, it's quite devastating. One minute you're all happy families, then everything changes.

My father and my mother separated when I was two.

I thought at the time of my parents' divorce that I was upset by deeper, more profound things and I was just taking it out on the joint custody agreement. But that disruption was bad enough. That was a huge deal for a teenager.

The first thing you should know about me is when I was three years old my mother left me and my father. And that was traumatic obviously for my father - he suffered a nervous breakdown at that time in his life.

Actually, my parents were separated by the time I was about 2 years old.

Divorce is one of the key predictors of poverty for a child growing up in a home that's broken.

Seeing your parents fall apart is really rough. I wouldn't wish it on anybody.

But as a kid you take it very personally when your parents divorce.

My parents divorced when I was 12, and leading up to that it was... not without turbulence.

Well, I was about six or seven, and my mother and father separated.

It's not easy to walk out on a marriage and two young kids, and it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.

My parents separated when I was eight. I grew up with my mom alone.

I remember the bad times as a succession of painful emotional snapshots: Me walking into the library at 24 Sussex, seeing my mother in tears, and hearing her talk about leaving while my father stood facing her, stern and ashen.

My father was a CPA. He worked hard in the aircraft industry, and would come home more and more infrequently. He was about to leave my mother, which he did when I was 15.

I used to say that my own father was dead, because he might as well have been. He was in Argentina and didn't play a part in my life. He and my mother divorced when I was only two.

I had been living in Ohio in my own house with my own life when my marriage abruptly came to an end. I had nowhere to go with my two sons, very little money, and not much to do in Ohio except be someone's ex-wife. My parents instantly and very generously invited my family to move back home to New York, where I could begin again.

We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

My parents divorced, and I didn't have much of a daddy growing up.

I had a somewhat frenetic childhood because my mum and dad split up when I was five, and then my mum remarried.