Six years ago, in November, my brother got married. I was still unhappily married at the time, and about a year or a year and a half previous to my brother's wedding, I made a drunken, stupid confession to my soon to be sister-in-law. At the time, I was in the midst of an affair that had been going on for a few years with another unhappily married guy. It was on and off, and at that time we never had full out sex, but we'd been playing the game for quite awhile. I don't know why the fuck I told her, I think it was a pride thing, the guy was a gorgeous Brit that I worked with, and I guess maybe I was bragging, in a way? I don't know, but I gave her all the gory details over way too many drinks around the campfire. I was playing a dangerous game and I knew it, my ex-husband wasn't a very nice guy, and had he found out, I'm not at all exaggerating when I say I might not be typing this today.