Broken hearts and fresh starts. The winds of change are about to sweep me off my feet... The good thing about rock bottom is that things can't get any worse. After walking in on my husband in flagrante with a young nurse I'd been mentoring, I packed my bags and got out of there. I wish I could say I boarded a plane to start again somewhere tropical, but when you get to my age you tend to have too many things anchoring you to one spot...