True confession: My best friend stole my man

I was in a relationship with a guy for nearly two years. Things between us were going great. He was working but his job didn’t pay much, so I was the one who was picking up the tab most times. It honestly didn’t bother me because he was my man and I was his woman. – Betrayed Friend

My best friend of 12 years had gone overseas to work. We spoke everyday and she was very much aware of my love life. We hid nothing from each other. So when she came back home to Jamaica I couldn’t wait to introduce the two most important people in my life.

The very first night they met, it was as if they had known each other for years. I was happy to see that they both got along so well. As time went on we would go out on group dates. My friend was trying to get back on her feet, so whenever we went out together I was the one paying. I was even buying them both credit for their phones.

But something just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t put my finger on it until one day I was calling them both and couldn’t get either one of them. I immediately thought that they were talking to each other, but figured I was being silly and brushed it off to mere coincidence. But as time went by the strange feeling I had that something wasn’t right kept on growing, and the more it grew, the more I felt the need to ask questions. I asked my man if he was talking to my friend and he said yes, but they just talked as friends. I called her up and asked why she didn’t tell me they were talking, and she said I was blowing things out of proportion. I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable with it and that I wouldn’t entertain any of her men like that behind her back. After talking to both of them I was made to think that I was being paranoid.

After a few months I noticed that I wasn’t seeing my man as often as I used to, and I confided in my girlfriend that I was worried that he was cheating on me. She said she thought he was likely to do that, and I should talk to him and find out what was going on. But he just told me once again that his working hours had been changing, and as soon as he could he would be spending more time with me.

I waited patiently for that time to come, and when it came he also invited my friend. I found this to be strange, considering that he and I hadn’t spent any time together. But things became even more questionable when my friend couldn’t make it and then all of a sudden he cancelled our date night.

Something wasn’t right and I was going to find out what it was, so I just asked him point blank what was going on. At first he said nothing was going on that all was well, then when I pressured him, he started to tell me how he liked my friend and that she liked him. I was beyond angry.

I called her and she denied everything. The next day I went to his house in tears. I couldn’t understand why they did this to me, the one person who was a good friend and a girlfriend. When I got to his house I told him to call her and he kept telling me he couldn’t get her on the phone. So I grabbed the phone from him and called her and she answered saying, “Hello baby”. I snapped, cursed them both, and left.

I called him after, trying to get a few questions answered, and to let him know that she didn’t want him as her boyfriend, she only wanted him because I had him. But he only said that they never meant to hurt me. So I licked my wounds and kept to myself.

I waited on her to apologise to me but she never did. Instead she did things like call me when she was at his house, and left me voice notes with him talking in the background. Whenever I would call him to tell him to tell her to stop, I was placed in the seat of the aggressor and she was the innocent victim.

About three months later my ex called me.  He told me that he missed me and had ended the relationship with my ex friend. He was relentless in his pursuit of me.

I did go out with him a few times, and I ordered the most expensive meals on the menu and he paid all the way.  I had fun flirting with him and having him spend his money on me. He had made his choice by stabbing me in the back when he started to mess with my friend, and I made mine — to use him the same way he used me. His act of trying to regain my trust and my heart was my chance to dance to the sweet rhythm of revenge.  

I erased the both of them out of my life the same way they had erased me out of theirs.I had no love or like left in my heart for either of them. I had my fun with him for as long as I could until I got bored with playing him. I will never forget what they both did to me as long as I live.