I Was the Other Woman
He was a childhood friend, we had always had a special friendship.
They were together 7 years. In that time she turned him into a doormat, and i couldn't watch it anymore. I loved him, the person he was in the moments she let him out of her sight.
I came home from travelling and needed somewhere to live. He and his housemate had a spare room. The four of us would hang out, drinking and talking then she would go back to her house, and he and I would sit up all night talking.
She would confide in me that their sex life was terrible, all while I was having the most incredible sex of my life with the same man.
Eventually it all came to a head and he told her. She returned anything he had ever given her in their 7 year relationship. She has not spoken to either of us since, which is fair enough in regards to me anyway.
She trusted me and i broke the number one rule among female friends. I still feel so incredibly guilty for not telling her myself. Surprisingly i don't feel guilty that it happened.
However, nearly 3 years on he and I have a successful, fullfilling, healthy equal relationship. It sucks that hurt someone so much in the process of making myself happy, but, let's face it, I'll probably do it again. Such is life.
Amy if you're reading this..... I am sorry for hurting you. I hope you like yourself more now than you did then.
