Not only was champagne provided, so were the LadyMissTrees.

In abundance.

OK, I think I may have got the recipe a little wrong. I think the 'splashes' of juice should have been more substantial, but hell it was delicious, and even better mixed with champagne.

Oh dear... my head...

Everyone looked fabulous in their outfits, Ghost Who Walks, Chiliflower and Guy and the girls. I looked quite the vixen and it seems Reg agreed so much that he couldn't keep his hands off me.

But then, he wasn't the only one.

Unfortunately, the hostess had to retire due to inclement tummy (or a serious overdose of LadyMissTrees--sweet, strong and deadly) but otherwise it was a lot of fun.

I think I'll turn 25 again next year!

Last night was hard. My brother confronted his partner and told him to move out. Without batting an eyelid, his partner agreed that it was for the best.

It was so hard as my brother wept into my shoulder last night. His partner left the relationship a long time ago. He's processed it. He's over it. He's gone. My brother has not had time to process any of this. He is just in a world of hurt and bewilderment.

He doesn't understand why his partner isn't hurting the way he is. How can he not be haemorrhaging internally? Why isn't he suffering?

I've been where my brother is now. Anyone who has been dumped knows this feeling. Feeling your heart being sucked into a void. Where everything you see and hear and touch and taste and smell and do and remember HURTS. That relentless pain and all you can see is your ex moving on. Living. Enjoying life. Getting what they want.

And all you can do is writhe in emotional agony.

My brother echoed my own words to me. "I want him to hurt like I do."

I know it is spiritually wrong of me, but I do too. Revenge is petty. What goes around comes around and all that. But if I thought I could get away with it, I would curse my brother’s ex to this pain, over and over again, until he learned the skills to care for another human being properly.

Don't get me wrong, my brother was no saint in all of this. Issues on both sides fuelled the break-up. But the balance of the problems lay with my brother's ex and his emotional immaturity.

I want him to learn.

I want him to grow up.

I want the lessons to be short and sharp and cruel.

And I want him to bleed like my little baby brother is right now.

Bits are finally falling off me again, despite travelling for business and Easter. Woo-hoo! Yay me!

I've managed to shed a total of 11kg (24 lbs). I'm no longer obese (at least by the medical definition, which is 20% over your recommended bodyweight for your height) and my tightest pair of jeans now sit on my hips and bag around my legs.

Not only that, but I fit back into 501s. Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to squeeze myself into straight-leg jeans? Don't even ask. But I grabbed a pair of 36x30 501s over the Easter break and slithered into them. They don't fit so well that I'm buying a pair yet, but I can do it in a couple more weeks.

Even better than all of that, my mum finally noticed that I had lost weight. It's only taken her 24 pounds to see it, not to mention friends and family all being gobsmacked at how different I look. I just wish the circumstances of her noticing how good I look were a bit different. You see, mum mentioned my weight yesterday while she was over at my place helping me console my little baby brother over the break up of his three-year long relationship.

My brother and his partner have always had a rocky sort of relationship. His partner came from the sort of family background that doesn't teach you how to care for others. In the past, my brother has done everything to support his partner, emotionally, financially and physically. But what he received in return was not enough. At least, not enough to make him want to try and mend the break this time around.

It's hard to see him hurt like this. It breaks my heart and if I had something that would take the pain away I'd give it to him in an instant. I know it would be so easy for him to brush this off and try again, but they already have a pattern of this and his partner won't break that cycle.

I wish my brother was the one who could show this guy how to grow emotionally. Unfortunately, he wasn't and now he is paying the price.

Any spare warm fuzzies you can send my brother would be muchly appreciated.