I have not been divorced, but divorce affected me strongly - twice. I am the son of my mother and her second husband. I am my wife's second husband. To me, divorce is a sad but sometimes necessary way to end an unpleasant situation.
I remember how badly the divorce affected my wife. We started dating after the separation but before the divorce was final. She reached out to find a friend because she was desperately lonely. We started dating but kept it clean (no hanky-panky until the decree was final.) Many nights, she would come directly from work to my house. I cooked for her and we talked. Sometimes we went to dances or movies or concerts.
On the day the divorce was finalized, she called me to warn me. So when she knocked on the door, I greeted her with one open arm and a fresh box of tissues in the other. I think she cried for twenty minutes. The words came out in a torrent, mostly on themes such as "After all we went through, how could he leave me like that?" and "The no-good bustard went with his young hussy and has abandoned his kids." She felt like a discarded tissue herself, and believe me there were plenty of those before the evening was over. But I had seen the loving side of this woman and felt it would be a good match. (FYI, this November will be 24 years of marriage.)
Now she can talk about it dispassionately and even laugh. She gets a bit of vicious pleasure because her ex is on his third marriage and can't afford the alimony or property split that would come with a third divorce. I have enabled her to trust again. And her kids actually like me. The grandkids actually love me, I think. Otherwise they wouldn't come over to play games with me. And of course, me being that grumpy old curmudgeon doesn't seem to deter them from cuddling with me now and then.