An essay in the Travel section of the New York Times talks about the journeys that children of divorce make, physically and emotionally:
The holidays are synonymous with travel for many people. For me, a child of divorce, add international relations to the Christmas-New Year’s maelstrom. When my parents split in the 1970s, my father moved to Montreal with Susan, the woman who would become his wife and my stepmother. Since I was 6, I’ve gone across the border and back at least 100 times.
I know how it must feel to be a global peace negotiator: needing to be in two places at once, my allegiances split.