To My Friend Who Stabbed Me in the Back Over a Boy,
I can't thank you enough.
I’m not exactly sure what it is in the girl world, but lately I’ve noticed a lot of girls being extra petty these days. It must be in? I remember when being nice was the “cool” thing to do. Now it must be, “who can be the most petty of them all?” Recently I've dealt with something I had hoped I’d never have to go through, and decided to write about it, like always. This is for anyone who has lost a friend over a potential love interest.
You're probably wondering why I'm thanking you, and quite frankly, I kind of am too. You showed me that once a bad friend, always a bad friend. You took advantage of my forgiveness and used me. While I was living across the country, you decided to write me a long, overdue, apology letter. You asked for a clean slate, I gave you one. Once I came home we were back to being good friends and going out all the time and hanging out constantly. Little did I know while I was away, you became quite close with my ex-boyfriend. He had a girlfriend and she wasn’t really fond of us all being friends, but I knew she’d get over it. One day you say to me, “I really hope he breaks up with her so you two can get back together. You were so cute and happy together!” At that point in time, I hadn’t even thought of getting back together with him. Some time goes by and now he’s single. You act excited for me, and encourage me to try and talk to him again. So, I go for it.
Little did I know, while all of this was happening, you two were sleeping with each other behind my back. What a great friend. I pretend I don’t know because I want to hear it from you. You straight up lie to my face about it, and I pretend to believe you.
We’re all out together and I’m feeling ballsy and ask him about you two and he says yes it’s true, but you can’t look me in the eyes. I try to act like it’s not bothering me, but I’m pissed. And I have every right to be. I don’t get anything from you two, not an apology, nothing. The worst part about this whole thing is you and I still worked together and I was counting down the days until your last shift.
The fact that it’s your last day and he just has to come in and see you makes me want to vomit. My blood is boiling. And the fact that he thinks he can try and talk to me, pisses me off even more. I’m sorry, but we’re not friends. You’re dead to me. I don’t even know who you two are anymore. “Friends” don’t sleep with your “friends’” ex-boyfriend. Point. Blank. Period.
You’re selfish, and I can’t thank you enough for showing me your true colors. I’m so much better off without you in my life. Once a bad friend, always a bad friend.
Thank you for teaching me that.
