My Dad's first wife divorced him, and ran off with another guy because he was wealthier than my Dad. She also left their 13 year old son behind, and our grandmother had to step in to help my Dad raise him, until he was out of high-school. My Dad never talked about it, but one of our neighbors, who was around when it happened filled my sister in on it.
My Dad didn't meet my Mom until many years later. Since he and my Mom were both Catholic, he went to the church, to ask for an annulment, when he decided to propose to her. The pastor asked him for an exorbitant sum of money, so the pastor could fly to Rome to seek special permission for the annulment from the Vatican. My Dad refused. My Mom agreed to marry him anyway and they were not allowed to receive Communion after that. Mom still went to Mass though, and my sister and I were sent to Catholic School anyway. Where my kindergarten teacher actually said to me I was illegitimate because my parents marriage wasn't recognized by the church.
Things did change, however. My Mom wanted to call a priest when my Dad was dying. She told him about she and my Dad being excommunicated. He said that didn't matter to him, and he gave my Dad last rights. At my father's funeral mass held at the church, the priest said, "People are petty, God isn't." He also said my Dad was far more forgiving of the church than the church was to he and my mother. I will never forget that.
I grow more proud of Pope Leo every day!