Of course, I would hope I don’t ever come to a point of divorce but here’s my two cents (sorry I’m late to the party).
My parents were each other’s first partners and they married young. We had a happy life. My parents divorced. We still live happy lives. Parents are humans too and sometimes there are just differences in values you can’t come to a compromise. If anything, I tell my parents that I’m happier than I could have ever imagined. Through their divorce, my mom got the courage to start fresh and immigrate. I live with everything I could possibly ask for - good friends, great education, even greater opportunities. I considered the fact that I didn’t really grow up with a father figure (although we talk as often as we can) as an opportunity to step up in the family. It honestly made me a better person, a stronger leader, an encouraging sister, and an understanding daughter. The divorce definitely toughened up my mom and strengthened our family. I tell my parents I’m thankful for where I live, who I am, and what I can do, even if it started out with a bad seed. I would choose the wellbeing of my family over my parents being forced to live with each other when they didn’t want to, any day.
Divorce is bad if you take it lightly - especially when you have kids. But it doesn’t always have to end with a bad result on the family.