Last year I had a colleague, a friend. We got along fine, sometimes we would hang out after work. Have coffee, talk about life.

I always suspected he had a little crush on me. An idea I never wanted to or got to test. But his constant calling to hang out, him dropping little hints about girls he likes. All these little things as a woman who has gone out on many dates, caused some affairs and fallen in love so many times would be able to tell.

But I let it be, and went on with my life and he with his.

Then during an excursion away, I went on with my wanton and sinful ways. The men I chose were of varying levels and walks of life. Some people know of, many of whom save for my roommate knew about.

On one of those nights in my stupid slumber I could barely stand up straight and ended up leaning on a few people. All in the name of good fun mind you.

Now he, being the avid photographer that he is, decided to snap a picture of me in my drunken state slumped over a superior. Needless to say, I did not look oh so flattering.

Thing is, the next day I had talked to him, told him about how I was so stupid the night before. About my worries and concerns that I would be labeled as something around the office.

He listened to me.

And when all of us came back from the excursion, he decided to send this picture out to EVERYONE in my southeast asian office. Partners, Managing Directors, Head of SEA, you name it, he had sent it out.

My shock horror at being ridiculously stabbed in the back was so great I was stupefied.

Some good friends then decided to delete the picture from the folders. But of course the damage was done.

I got called in and talked to by THREE separate Managers, I spoke to the Head of SEA. I was talked about around the office.

When someone asked this 'friend' of mine why he did it. He just brushed it off saying if I didnt want it to have been circulated, I shouldnt have done it. In fact, he finished off the conversation by saying, "oh everyone knows anyway"

All this after I had told him how I felt about that night.
I walked away from the friendship. Never looked back. When his gf asked me to his birthday party I declined. When someone suggested farewell drinks, I declined.

I was the happiest person to see him leave when he did.

Then he decided 5 months later to come back as life would not give him the job he wanted in a country far away.

He came back and recently has been going after a fellow colleague. The drama in the office heighthened by the fact that they both had partners. She, having split with her recent boyfriend, him deciding after having her close enough in his grasp to leave his gf.

A large part of me wanted to destroy him at this point. Whilst he was hanging out far too much with her I thought about informing his gf. I thought about posting up the ridiculous pictures of them together on the pantry of our office. Or better yet to email it out to everyone with the subject : CHEATER

I wanted to destroy him so bad. I still do.
But being with Buddy changed that for me. If I was alone, I wouldnt mind, I wouldnt worry about throwing myself in the vindictive role of ex friend. I would have gone that extra mile to see if I could just step on him, kill his career as he attempted to kill mine.

But Im with him, and loving him. The hardest thing to do, is to acknowledge when something is right or something is wrong. To be bigger than you would like to be. To step away from something.

Because I love him. And I dont want to turn into this ugly crazy gf who's wrath stretches on forever.

And I know. Karma will come and kick his arse. One day soon