Like all great revenge, my comeuppance was well played.

Thirty-two years ago, a girl I liked in high school dated one of my best friends. A couple years after we graduated, he and I became roommates at a party school, where I corrupted him.

His girlfriend was understandably angry about my bad influence (there are several such instances in my past), but my friend wised up, the years went by, they married and seemingly lived happily ever after. I also wised up (sort of), married the love of my life, have a great kid and am OK.