My parents split when I was 11 years old. My mom often spewed venomous, hateful comments about my dad, who not only never said anything negative about her, but insisted we treat her with respect.
After I had been listening to you for a couple of years, I finally had the ammunition to shut her up. As we nibbled pumpkin pie and sipped coffee after Thanksgiving dinner one year, as she was on one of her rants, she paused to take a breath. I chimed in with, "Well, YOU picked him." She suddenly stopped. I waited for an attack (by this time I was hearing a lot about being "my father's daughter"), but she just said, "You're right - I did." And she never said anything about him again.
Thank you for bringing that bit of peace into my life.