The past comes back to haunt you, is that how the expression goes? This week I received an anonymous facebook email inferring that I needed to be honest with my husband. Disturbed, I called him to see if he recognized the name of the source. Of course he didn’t, and I reported the person to facebook making it impossible for them to write again. Immediately, this reminded me of high school when we’d drop anonymous notes into the locker of our enemy.

That evening I went to yoga, got myself all zen and came home to find out that this shit-starter had contacted my husband as well. Except that his email was long, detailed, and accusatory. I was the subject. The person started off by explaining how and where he/she met me and who introduced my husband and me back in 2006. These are details that only about 3 people would know. They proceeded to accuse me of being unfaithful to him at various periods of our relationship, even when I would go back to the States to visit and went so far as to claim that I even considered calling off our wedding. Part of me wanted to laugh at the sight of such absurdity but my temper won that battle. My husband trusts me and knows about my life before him yet was understandably just as bothered by this intrusion as I was.

We responded, which may or may not have been a good idea. This is someone who apparently still lives in Paris and still speaks to me (but to be fair, none of my friends have such poor writing and we are certain this person is a native English speaker). With each response they insisted that I was a bad person, that revealing the “truth” to my husband had no real benefit for them but was simply to bring my supposed infidelity to light and encourage him to get rid of his “lying Jew”. Needless to say, we never figured out who it was but it goes to show you that things from the past CAN come back to haunt you, good or bad. Make sure you know who your real friends are.

Note: when will calling someone a Jew cease to be the go-to insult? I mean, seriously!