Picture the scene:
A small office. Close knit working relationships. A previously harmonious balance.
January comes, and a new presence enters the office. Although he's only 6 inches tall, you can tell immediately that your boss is smitten. You're surprised he took the plunge, but here you are.
It's Colin the Cactus.
You start to suspect that your boss likes Colin more than you. He directs comments at Colin. He waters him, moves him to the windowsill to get more light. You're asked to turn off your fan heater in case it's affecting the ambience of the office and stunting Colin's growth.
Then it happens. Your boss is in a meeting. You only went to his desk to pick up a file you need. You must have brushed against the pot. It goes flying. It crashes to the ground.
And now you have to make a choice. You can't just go back to the way things were. Because however much you pretend otherwise, you still know. You've seen things. You're not the woman you were.
However hard you try, you can't ignore the fact that for two months... your boss has been lovingly tending a plastic cactus.
AIBU to resign and flee in the night rather than break a grown man's heart?
Help me, MN. You're my only hope.