Secrets, lies, affairs, drama, and so much more are what make up my sordid tale. I once trusted my boyfriend with having a female best friend but felt uneasy when she asked him to join her bachelorette party. Only to find out that there was more to their “friendship” than I anticipated!
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Let me tell you about the time I, Matilda, learned that sometimes the universe knows when to intervene. It all started when my boyfriend, Jake, was invited to be the “man of honor” at his female best friend, Lisa’s, wedding. He was thrilled; I was… less so.
Lisa planned a weekend bachelorette getaway in a quaint cabin by a lake. To my dismay, Jake was the only guy invited! “It’s just a fun trip, babe! You know I love you,” he assured me.
He said this while packing his bags excitedly and ahead of time. This all happened at the apartment he shared with three other guys, as I hovered around.
He was going to be the only man in a house full of women where there would be lots of drinking. I mean, I’m cool with us having friends of the opposite sex, but this threw me for a loop!
The truth was that I also had a male best friend, but I would never go on a trip with only him and a bunch of other guys.
“Jake, you really see nothing wrong with this?” I asked a day later while visiting him again, my voice a mix of concern and frustration.
“Babe, Lisa and I go way back; it’s just a friendship,” he said, avoiding my gaze as he zipped up his suitcase.
The day he left, I couldn’t shake off my unease. My friend, Emily, tried to console me over coffee. “Maybe it’s harmless, you know? Just friends being friends.”
“Yeah, perhaps,” I murmured, stirring my coffee. But deep down, I felt something was off. I was a mess while he was gone and couldn’t help but feel all kinds of uncomfortable.
The weekend was torturous! I tried distracting myself, but my mind kept racing with worst-case scenarios!
Then, Sunday arrived, and I expected Jake to walk through the door of my apartment, tired but happy. Instead, I got a text: “Car won’t start, battery dead. Might be late.”
An hour later, another update: “Flat tire now. Can you believe this luck?” His messages tinged with frustration, but all I could think was, Is this bad karma for something?
Finally, he arrived, looking exhausted. “You won’t believe the weekend I’ve had…,” he started, but I cut him off.
“Tell me about the trip. How was it,...
