A Confession: The Return of Shaggy
Remember this girl? Here's the rest of her Shag-quadrangle:
Background – after my marriage broke down I started messing around (i.e. using) a couple of my bosses. They took my mind off my loneliness, and I got the best annual pay rise I’ve ever had….
Move forward to after I’ve left the company and have just heard that in a couple of week’s time I’m moving abroad to start a new job. I alerted most of my family members by phone, but my brother and his wife lived abroad, so I told them by e-mail along with EVERYONE ELSE in my address book, including my estranged husband – hey, we were still friends.
I let them know about the job, where I’d be living, what I’d be doing, and how soon I’d be moving away. I swiftly got a response from my ex saying he’d be dropping round that evening with champagne to celebrate, and a couple of other friends asked where the leaving drink would be.
Then my sis-in-law (who was “in the know”) replied, wishing me luck and telling me not to have any more affairs with my new bosses. I read her mail, chuckled, then realized that she’d hit “Reply to all”. Oh shit!
I was stunned. I sat in front of the screen with my head in my hands, just repeating “Fuck” over and over and over.
When I looked up again, guess what? There were numerous mails back from my friends asking for an explanation of my sis-in-law’s message, all wanting to know what had been going on… The word BUSTED sprang to mind.
That evening when my ex turned up at my door (yes, he still came round – I told you were friends), he was NOT a happy camper. I mumbled something about my sis-in-law making a joke out of a drunken Christmas party kiss I’d confessed to…