Would you or would not tell your spouse about something that happened in the past? Some things are just simply too embarrassing to ever let out so, like a real crook, I like to keep my history or shady stories to myself. I just hate it when something I fought so hard to keep locked away somehow starts visiting people’s lips! And who gives these people the right to talk about issues that don’t concern them anyway? Okay that is a subject for another day.Some friend of mine (again with their drama) didn’t know just how determined skeletons are to break out till her boyfriend confronted her about a little encounter she had hoped no one would ever find out.I don’t know what bothered her the most; the fact that her boyfriend found out her little secret, or that her ‘frenemy’ was the one who leaked the information (remember we discussed the frenemy issue). When it comes to frenemies, best believe your business just became everyone else’s. There is simply nothing worse than someone who secretly can’t wait for your downfall getting to know about things you are not too proud of. Now, being the I-can’t-give-a-rat’s-ass person that I am, I take pride in the fact that I don’t explain myself to irrelevant people – and by irrelevant I mean chaps who could matter less!But since we are not the same, some poor folks are forced into hiding the second a not so admirable issue about them pops up. For how long will you hide? Unless you plan on taking up permanent residence at the moon, I can’t say hiding will help. We all do stupid@*#%, and we all make mistakes, that’s for sure.  Of course some mistakes are simply hard to comprehend, like why would a guy force others into homosexual sex and then tape the damn session? I’m not sure which is the mistake here but after that juicy story leaked (please don’t make me tell it again) we (the public) were asked not to judge because we all make mistakes – okay it was just one individual on Facebook who asked.The point is, when these skeletons come - and they will - be a true ninja and feign amnesia or some temporary case of serious madness. No one judges a mad person and no one can judge you if you can’t even remember what the silly little skeleton is all about so…there you go. You’re welcome!