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If you grow up with parents who are unhappy with each other, you accept it and work around it. You no more directly address or it or expect it to change than if your family home has low ceilings, or you live in a cul-de-sac. You unquestioningly accept your lot. The only time it spooked me was when I’d visit a friend and their mum and dad could amicably disagree without venom, or decibels. That’s possible, I thought?
