for my first post, i’d like to bare my soul, cleanse my bosom, as it were. rid myself of the painful guilt i’ve been feeling yea these past 9 years since getting revenge on an ex for his slimy dumping behavior.
it was my first year of college, and i, being a naive young thing, got involved with a rugby player (i should’ve known!) with schizophrenic tendencies. one day we were an item, the next day we weren’t, and so on. i was so gaga over him that i didn’t give two craps, or three, for that matter.
long story short: he dumped me.
it just so happened that e-mail at our uni was in its infancy. our account name consisted of our three initials, follwed by the last four digits of our social security #. this info was listed in the uni e-mail directory. the password was, get this: our birthday.
having dated for a few months, i found out his birthdate was actually close to mine, which caused it to stick rather firmly into my noggin. enter my bad, baaaaad deed…
i accessed his account one evening and proceeded to send e-mail to all of his friends and family back home. this was after reading everything in his inbox and gleaning what i could about his correspondence. yes, it was highly emotional, dramatic e-mail i sent, from his perspective, telling everyone that the reason he had been lax in sending any news out to everyone was because he was at a crossroads in his life now, ever since he realized he was gay.
my bad. he never found out. i did a bad bad thing. bad girl. bad!
