Back in Melbourne for Easter this year, and wouldn't you know it, I bumped into Nick and his family during the Saturday.

I was ok until I got home to my sister's that night. Then the tears started flowing again.

I get angry with myself at times. It's been over 7 years. We are divorced. We both understand that it was a big mistake. He has remarried. He and Deb have 2 young kids. But I still let it hurt me sometimes. So dumb!

Someone somewhere said that a broken heart is the hardest thing to heal.