Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick's Woes and How I Got Busted

Detroit's youngest elected mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick, apparently was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

According to CNN.com, Kwame Kilpatrick and his companion, Christine Beatty, are facing a 12-count indictment for perjury, obstruction of justice, and misconduct in office. Last August, a group of law enforcement officials had bought suit against the mayor and the city of Detroit alleging the mayor retaliated against them for investigating his office. Mayor Kilpatrick and his companion testified that there was not a personal relationship between the two of them. Somehow, the two had forgotten the almost 14,000 text messages that clearly pointed to a relationship between the two. What should happen to them now?

About three years ago, I began a relationship with my manager. Although we did our best to hide the affair, we were eventually found out. I guess that just goes with small town living. As with Mayor Kilpatrick, when we were first confronted with the allegations of a relationship, we put up a united front of indignation. "Never." "Not in a million years." We were careful to not even look at one another after that.

We continued our relationship after we were first confronted though. At work, we kept appearances up. I greeted him by his last name only, he by mine. He began working mostly evenings so that we could avoid seeing each other. We were very careful to never be seen standing in the same area at the same time. Then it happened. I got pregnant.

At first, only those that were close to me at work knew of my pregnancy. As my pregnancy progressed though, it became increasingly difficult to hide my pregnancy. Eventually one of the other supervisors approached me and asked me right out if I were pregnant and was she to believe the rumors that had been floating around. Once again, I wrapped myself in indignation and informed her that the only thing she needed to be concerned with was whether my pregnancy would effect my work, anything else was not her business.

I thought everything was over with. That was until that fateful Monday when everything came out. As I approached the building where I worked, I had a sense of dread. The supervisor that I had a relationship with was sitting in the Human Resources office.

One of the owners of the company called me into the office and asked outright what was going on. I began to tell our patented story, but was interrupted by my companion. He had already told the truth. The only thing they wanted from me was to confirm what was said. I could not bring myself to say the things they wanted to hear.

My companion, or should I say my daughter's father, lost his job that day. I kept mine, but the promotion that I was in line for was never given. Eventually I left the company because the whispers were just too much. Trust me, Mayor Kilpatrick, it all comes out in the end.