Recently I came across a blog about the Reba McEntire/Kenny Chesney duet entitled "Every Other Weekend". The song is about a divorcing couple dealing with joint custody issues. The blogger, Alison Bonaguro whose parents were divorced 30 years ago, says that "Gatorade tastes like divorce to me". She explains that after her parents split, "my dad's new condo was always fueled with Gatorade — an indulgence my mom would never allow into our house. He stocked his fridge with it to make us like his place better."

That was pretty powerful to me. It left me thinking, what tastes like divorce to me? Well, I guess nothing really tastes like divorce to me — except maybe Ramen noodles, since being divorced left me so broke. The powerful part isn't really the taste association but how long after the divorce these feelings actually linger. How you are really left a completely different person.

I wonder if in 30 years I'll still flinch when I see things that remind me of Levi. Will I still get that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the burning sensation in my eyes? And this blogger wasn't even the divorcée, she was the child of the divorcee.

Which brings me to my next point — I think its really important that we all recognize that when we are going through a divorce, our children are too. I think sometimes as adults we forget about that, to some degree, because we are so wrapped up in our own emotional issues. Because for most of us, the divorce is about the adults not loving each other anymore — its a huge loss — but we still love our children. I think sometimes its easy to forget that although the loss is different for the children, its still a loss nonetheless