I was sitting with a friend in the Gryphon Tea Room yesterday, having scones and orange pekoe tea, when she said something that stunned me. She said, "When you're divorced, it you dig deep enough, there's always that tender spot."

I thought about how we can wall it off, compartmentalize, steer away from it, how we can hate the one that left, feel the pain, how we try to shake it off, but curled up in the corner, hidden out of the light, is the bruised and battered love.

What do we do with that?