Alex Tizon Quotes

To walk out on a marriage and leave a child was painful.

The only day I remember of my parents' marriage was the day my dad walked out. As I stood there at five years old, with my older sister and younger brother, I knew that he was gone.

My husband is leaving me. No dramas, no slammed doors - well, OK, a few slammed doors - and no suitcase in the hall, but there is another woman involved. Her name is Dementia.

I found out when I was 18 that Dad had left my mother and the family before he realised he was ill and then died. When I asked Mum about it, she just sort of shrugged it off and said she'd thought I knew about it all along. Of course I hadn't, though I'm sure she must have been desperately unhappy at the time.

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

My father walked out on us when I was three months old, and my mum, well, she wasn't the driven sort.

My father, he left the family when I was 13, so mum looked after us.

My mother left my father in their late 60s.

My parents separated when I was younger.

My father and my mother separated when I was two.

When I was young, my brother David and I were farmed off to foster homes, and I spent time in orphanages. My father abandoned us. Here's the most important person in my life, and I never met him.

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

The wife's run off with the bloke next door. I do miss him.

I think I hit the bottom when my wife left me while I was on the road.

My parents got divorced when I was nine months old, and my father would only pop in and see me once a year, if that. I don't have much contact with him.

My father took my mother, me, and my brother from Sicily to New York. He got us one-way tickets but booked himself a return flight. He dumped us with my mother's parents, who had just arrived from Italy, and abandoned us. That was 1986. I didn't see or speak to him for another 12 years. That's cruel.

My wife left me when I was 28 in real life.

I never met my father. He left before I was born.

My parents had a difficult divorce.

My parents' marriage was already shaky when I came along. They split up when I was five, and I didn't see Dad all that often after that - four or five times a year.

[It is] cruel to continue by violence an union made at first by mutual love, but now dissolved by hatred. The end of marriage vs propagation & happiness. Where [there] can be neither, it should be dissolved.

Husbands & wifes [sic] are separating at a fearful rate and “taking up” with other persons. Not infrequently a man is living with two or three wifes. Though this has been the custom of the race and habit of the country for years, yet it cannot be looked upon in any light than a huge system of prostitution by sane persons.

By the time I had reached the age of 16, in the 10th grade, my parents, after 22 years of marriage, one day decided to get a divorce.

My dad died when I was young; my mom remarried with more haste than sense to a fellow... he wasn't evil or anything, but he was worthless.

My parents were divorced when I was really young.