Okay, so for anyone who didn’t see part one — I walked in on my best friend and my boyfriend hooking up. Like, the people I trusted most in the world. I just couldn’t even. So I didn’t say a word, I just walked out.
I didn’t want to explode or cry in front of them. I needed space to process. I went to stay with my parents for a while because honestly, I just felt so betrayed and broken. I bed rotted for a week and almost got fried.
After a few days, I knew I had to go back and talk. Not to yell or scream, but to get some closure and my shit. To end things like a grown-up. and maybe find a way to mend that friendship
So I went back, and I tried to talk it out. But it quickly turned ugly. They answered the door together and asked me to come in so clearly there not being stopped by anyone. My best friend started giving me these weird excuses like “It just happened,” or “You weren’t around enough,” and then the worst part, she actually started blaming ME. Like somehow this was my fault? That I pushed him away? It was insane. I was just so hurt and confused that someone I loved could turn it around on me like that.
Honestly, losing my boyfriend was awful — like, you think you’re losing someone you might marry. But losing my best friend? That hurt probably even more. Because it wasn’t just a relationship that ended; it was the person I thought I could trust with everything, the one I shared so many memories with. That kind of break up hits different. It’s like losing family.
I packed up all my stuff and moved back in with my parents. I needed to get away from everything and figure out how to heal.
And here’s the kicker — his mom has been calling me nonstop, begging me to forgive him, saying he’s sorry and wants to fix things. But honestly? I don’t know if I can. When the people you love the most hurt you this deeply, forgiveness isn’t that simple.
Sometimes the people you trust the most are the ones who hurt you the worst. And that’s just… really sad.
