While this new study clearly reveals the long-term fall-out of this kind of domestic situation for children, what it didn't say was what it feels like to be a child trapped in a marital war zone. I never knew when the next row would start, so when my parents were both at home, I'd feel on edge.
If the people you love most hate each other, you feel your loyalties torn apart.
I was sad, but hid my feelings behind a hard shell - which, again, is a trait that hasn't fully left me.
Many of the children in this new study under-performed at school. Despite, as my mother so proudly told me, having an IQ over 150, I struggled to find the motivation to study and the rows at home got worse.
I have pictures of them, gorgeous and tanned, stepping out of a turquoise ocean together, my mother smiling shyly with a garland of flowers round her neck. As his dreams of stardom slipped from his reach, he began work in a watch factory, then tried to set up his own businesses, but nothing seemed to work and there was never enough money.
Yes, my husband and I do argue - we are only human. We were all at her bedside in her last days - me, my three sisters, my brother and our father. There was frequently shouting - usually my mother screaming at my father for something he had or had not done.
My mother once told me her family's view was that when you'd made your bed, you had to lie in it.
At a young age, they had to give up their hopes and dreams and accept being shackled to someone they disliked, and who disliked them back.
Sadly, my relationship with him remained fraught until his death two years ago. While many of the children in the study were married and divorced young, I knew I wasn't ready for that.
The idea of having my parents in a room together made me feel ill. I met my husband at 35, married at 37 and have two wonderful children.