I promised my friend I’d always tell her the truth, but I just couldn’t tell her this.
When I found out my best friend’s partner was cheating on her, I was devastated.
A mutual friend had spotted him with a girl at a beach and they were clearly romantically involved. It took her days to tell me about it and I just knew it was true. Because my best friend and I had been having conversations about her relationship. She felt something was off. Instead of getting engaged after dating for three years, he had become distant and was finding excuses to spend less time with her.
The thought of having to tell her was so upsetting. We had always sworn we would never keep anything from each other and we’d had conversations about these situations. “I’d totally tell you,” I’d say and she’d agree. We’d always tell each other the truth about everything, no matter how painful.
But I didn't want to be the one to deliver what would probably turn out to be the most devastating news she'd ever received so far in her life. And I hated him for putting me in that position.
I found myself wanting to talk to him, not her, which technically was a betrayal of my friendship with her, but I needed to know if it was a serious affair, if he still loved my friend, if the affair was still going and if it was over.
So I confronted him.