Cheating the Cheater

My supposed best friend told my boyfriend I was cheating on him. I was, but was that right?

Answer:
Let me get this straight: She’s your best friend, right? Not your friend and also your boyfriend’s friend? Because the only justification for being little Miss Squawking Chickadee is that her loyalties were divided between you two.

Even then, I have to ask: What did she hope to gain by blowing the whistle? The last time this happened to me (in another life, when I wasn’t the Girl Scout I am now), my friend clearly wanted to have an affair with the man I was seeing, and, after telling him of my extracurricular activities, she did just that. Now, I admit that I was being an idiot. Perhaps I even deserved it—but that wasn’t her call to make. She didn’t know everything that was going on between the two of us, which may have had something to do with my indiscretions—but what she did know, she used against me, which certainly disqualified her for “friend” status. (I’m happy to report that she ran up $75,000 on his credit cards before he dumped her—and that he and I are still close.)

I’m a firm believer in the notion that relationships should be left to self-destruct on their own— if that’s what’s going to happen. They don’t need any help from the nosey parkers of the world.

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