From 642 tiny things to write about (San Francisco Writer's Grotto)
First of all, I wanted to say that I have a two-digit number in my stats and couldn't be happier about you nice people reading and following me here on this blog. Thank you! I have about twenty minutes left before I have to resume working, so I thought it would be a perfect time slot for doing one of my writing pages of 642 Tiny Things To Write About. Today the writing is about a situation we all probably fear and secretly mull over what to do. What would you do if you saw your best friend's boyfriend cheat? Some of you might have even found themselves already in a situation like this. The question appears to be whether you want to be the person parting the bad news and also the fear how your friend will react. Of course, we all state that friendship wins over everything, but frankly, it is not really true and I have first-hand-experience on this. You would assume a friend was grateful if you told them their partner was unfaithful, but apparently, some people rather live on with a lie than facing an unpleasant truth. My mum once told me about her childhood best friend Greta and I was surprised, as I had never seen this woman. Innocent child that I still was, I couldn't understand what could possibly tear friendship apart, so I asked what had happened. Well, this Greta's boyfriend was a jerk and hit on my mum when they were studying together (or something similar like this). However, the boyfriend - having been rejected - told Greta my mum had hit on him and not the other way around. And whom would Greta believe? A woman she had known all her life and who was her best friend, or a man she had only just met? Yeah, you are right. She chose the jerk and ended up marrying him. A similar situation once happened to me. I had a friend in High School and she always had boyfriends. I don't know where she got them from so quickly, but I can conclude that all of her boyfriends were idiots - but hey, some choose quantity over quality. Her then boyfriend was, however, a really particular kind of idiot. He dealed with drugs, was pretty unattractive and still managed to keep a firm hand on my friend. One night, on my friend's birthday, in fact, we were all pretty tipsy and a friend offered to drive me home. As he had to go to the loo, I was leaning against the club foyer's wall - trying not to vomit. Suddenly, my friend's boyfriend popped out and leant against the wall, too. He said he had enjoyed the evening a lot and was wondering whether we could meet at some point. Drowsily, I smiled at him and assured we could certainly do that - me, him and my friend, of course. To that, he leant in closer and stroked back on of my hair streaks. "Actually, I meant only you and me", he said and smiled smugly before the other friend turned up and drove me home. I mulled over whether to tell my friend, but in the end did; she, however, only reacted with a strange expression and the topic was never approached again - plausible deniability, I guess. Still, I would tell my friend because that is what you have to do as a best friend. The task also says which would be the first three things I would do, if I saw it happen. 1) stand there, gaping at this jerk. 2) Taking my phone out and take a picture 3) Slowly sneak away and hope he didn't see me.
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