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As a kid, watching your dad leave, that's pretty powerful.

When my dad divorced my mom it was kind of like him leaving me also.

It's so crazy: my mom and dad divorced when I was 11, and my fondest memories are in the Philippines and being raised by my mom. It's such a big part of my life.

I don't like feeling vulnerable. I think my mum and dad's divorce affected me more than I let on.

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

Being a child that grew up with a single mom back in the '70s, Father's Day to me was always a very uncomfortable time. At school, we would make Father's Day cards for our dads, and I usually mailed one to my dad, and he hardly ever responded.

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

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 dad left when I was 3 1/2, and he left my mom and I.

My father was out of my life when I was pretty young - when I was 7 years old, he was gone. I didn't see him for the rest of my childhood.

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

My mom, you know, took off when I was about 6. What ended up happening is I ended up being with my grandparents.

I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.

I was barely 17 when our father decided to part ways with my mother.

My first recollection of performing was shortly after my parents split up, so the logical conclusion to draw is that that affected me.

I grew up in Southampton. My mum was a shop assistant; my dad was a carpenter. They broke up when I was eight.

When my dad was still playing, he was away for five years on and off, so it just used to be me and my mum at home until my little brother came along when I was five.

My parents separated when I was 2, and my dad always lived in Chicago and my mother in L.A. I'd go back and forth and sometimes spend the summer with my dad, but L.A. was home.

Whenever I had to move away from my dad, it was so hard; like, I would cry myself to sleep.

Anyone must remember that dad left when I was 3 years old. Mom and I lived out of the limelight. We lived a totally different life.

My parents divorced when I was one year old so I don't really remember any of the details, but luckily my mom does so she's been really helpful.

When I was a child I experienced moments of not wanting to see the ugliness, not wanting to see not being wanted. This lack of love went into my eyes and into my mind.

I spent many years not knowing where my dad was... Not knowing if my dad was alive, even. He turned up when I was 16 out of the blue.

Though she doesn't remember any trauma, she said that her parents told her she cried on a daily basis and her grandmother resorted to passing out candy so the kids would play with her. Though it was a humorous moment, Mila said, "I know, God bless her. She's an amazing, amazing woman."