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He Proposed to the Maid of Honor… At My Wedding | True Story
Aug 3, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Proposed to the Maid of Honor… At My Wedding | True Story My wedding was meant to be the most magical day of my life. But instead of a heartfelt speech, my best man pulled out an engagement ring... and proposed to the maid of honor — during my ceremony. What followed was chaos, heartbreak, and betrayal that left our wedding in ruins. A year later, I got the chance to deliver poetic justice at their wedding — and I took it. This is the full story of how a best friend’s selfish moment turned into a lifelong rift… and how I turned the tables. 💍 Weddings, drama, betrayal, and revenge — this is one video you don’t want to miss. 🔔 Subscribe for more real-life drama stories and emotional rollercoasters. 🎥 Comment below: What would you have done in my shoes?
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The air crackled with anticipation, the
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culmination of months of planning, years
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of dreaming.
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This was my wedding day, a sacred moment
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where two lives intertwined.
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My heart swelled as I looked at my
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bride, radiant in her white dress.
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Then my best man, my oldest friend,
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stepped up for his speech.
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I expected heartfelt anecdotes, maybe a
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few embarrassing but endearing stories.
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What I got was a full-blown hijacking.
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He reached into his pocket, pulling out
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a gleaming engagement ring. The maid of
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honor, my wife's best friend, gasped,
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then strutdded onto the stage. She
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squealled, "Yes!" and they launched into
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a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. It was
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a scene ripped from a bad romcom,
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utterly surreal. When they finally broke
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apart, breathless and beaming, they
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looked out at the crowd, expecting
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applause.
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Instead, a stunned silence hung in the
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air. quickly replaced by a low rumble of
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booze. Then my father, bless his tipsy
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heart, lurched forward.
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With a mighty swing, he launched his
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open bottle of beer at them. It
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connected, drenching the best man's suit
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and the maid of honors off-white dress.
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That was the signal. A few more bottles
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arked through the air, soaking them in
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beer and wine. Her makeup, once
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meticulously applied, streamed down her
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face in dark rivullets. Humiliated, she
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turned and fled. The best man,
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bewildered, followed. As a final defiant
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act, my dad stuck his foot out. The best
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man tripped, faceplanting spectacularly
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on the venue floor before scrambling up
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and sprinting out after her. They were
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gone. But so was my wedding. It was
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utterly, irrevocably ruined. In a white
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hot haze of anger and disbelief, I stood
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up and stormed out. I found them
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standing awkwardly outside, still
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dripping, their perfect moment shattered
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into a beer- soaked mess. He turned when
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he saw me coming, his eyes wide with a
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mix of guilt and defensive indignation.
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"Man, this isn't fair," he blurted out,
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his voice shaky. "We didn't deserve
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that. I mean, we were just trying to do
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something special."
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I stopped, stunned by his audacity. He
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wasn't apologizing. He was playing the
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victim.
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You didn't deserve that. You hijacked my
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wedding and now you're upset because
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people were mad about it.
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He shook his head, frustration clear on
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his face.
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No, no, you don't get it. It wasn't
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supposed to go like this. We didn't mean
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to ruin anything. I thought people would
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be happy for us. I thought you'd be
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happy for me. I stared at him, barely
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able to process the words. Happy for
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you? This was supposed to be about me
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and my wife, but why can't it be both?
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He shot back, his voice rising.
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Why can't we share the moment? You're my
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best friend, man. I figured you, of all
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people, would understand this isn't just
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some random day for me either. I've been
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waiting for the right time to propose,
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and this felt perfect.
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She's the love of my life, just like
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your wife is to you."
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He sounded desperate now, truly unable
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to grasp the magnitude of his
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transgression.
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Behind him, the maid of honor sniffed,
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wiping at her streked face, her eyes
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locked on the ground, seemingly wishing
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to vanish. I took a deep breath, trying
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to rein in the surge of anger. "You
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thought this was the right time at my
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wedding? You couldn't wait one day? Not
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even until after the reception?"
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he groaned, running a hand through his
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wet hair. You're blowing this out of
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proportion.
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It was one little moment, and now
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everyone hates us. We got drenched in
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beer and wine like we're the villains. I
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thought we were family. I didn't expect
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this from you. I clenched my fists, the
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disbelief hitting me again. You don't
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get to act like the victim here. You
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made this all about you, and now you're
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surprised people are upset.
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He sighed, his shoulders slumping. I
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just I didn't think it would matter. I
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didn't think it would overshadow
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anything. I swear I didn't mean to ruin
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your day. I just wanted to make a
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memory, too.
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I glared at him, my patience hanging by
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a thread. He still wasn't truly sorry.
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He was just upset that things hadn't
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gone his way. He took a step back,
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looking down at the ground. Look, I get
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it. You're angry. I didn't plan for this
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to blow up like it did, but I'm begging
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you. Don't throw our friendship away
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over this. We've been through too much.
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I can't lose you over one mistake. I
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paused, staring at him for a long
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moment. He was still trying to make
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himself seem wronged, as if his
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selfishness wasn't the root of the
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problem. Maybe we shouldn't be around
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each other for a while, I finally said.
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If you really think this was no big
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deal, then I don't know what else to
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say.
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He nodded slowly, his expression a mix
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of regret and frustration.
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Fine, if that's what you want.
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Without another word, I turned and
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walked back inside, leaving them
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standing there. They had wanted to make
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a memory, and now they'd made one no one
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would ever forget.
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The texts started coming in right after.
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I sat with my wife in the living room,
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surrounded by the crumpled remnants of
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what was supposed to be our perfect day.
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My phone buzzed continuously. Each
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glance revealed his name, my best man.
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The messages were relentless.
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I'm really sorry.
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Please talk to me. I never meant for any
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of this to happen.
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Please don't hate me. I put the phone
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down with a heavy sigh. My wife, still
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in her smeared wedding dress, looked at
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me with tired eyes, her makeup running
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from tears. "Is he texting you?" she
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whispered. "Yeah," I said, rubbing my
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eyes. "He's sending message after
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message, apologizing." She shook her
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head in frustration.
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"Of course he is. He ruined our wedding,
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and now he's trying to play the victim."
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I didn't have the energy to argue. I
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just nodded, my mind spinning with the
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chaotic events. My wedding day hijacked.
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And now he was making it about himself
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again. The text didn't stop. Calls,
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emails, each one a new plea for
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forgiveness, claiming he didn't mean for
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things to go wrong, that he thought it
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would be a special moment for everyone.
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He simply couldn't or wouldn't
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understand why people were angry, why
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his actions were so hurtful. By the end
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of the week, my patience was wearing
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thin. My wife had already decided. She
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wanted nothing to do with the maid of
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honor. They had been best friends for
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years, but after what happened, my wife
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cut off all contact. She was done. But
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she made it clear that if I wanted to
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maintain a friendship with the best man,
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it was up to me. "I'm done with her,"
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she said firmly. "But I won't stop you
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from being friends with him if you
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want." I felt conflicted. I missed my
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best friend. But the brazen way he had
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ruined our wedding made forgiveness feel
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impossible.
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Despite my mixed feelings, I agreed to
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meet him for coffee. Maybe talking in
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person would offer some clarity or at
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least closure. The day of the meeting, I
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arrived early and waited at a small
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cafe.
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When he walked in, he looked like a
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mess. wrinkled clothes, disheveled hair,
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drenched from the rain. His face was red
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and tired. He sat down across from me,
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his eyes avoiding mine, staring into his
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cup of coffee. He started talking the
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moment he sat down, a torrent of words
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about how he didn't mean for the wedding
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to be ruined, how he thought it would be
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a great moment for everyone, how he was
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genuinely sorry.
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He mentioned being overwhelmed by his
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feelings that he had always wanted to
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propose to the maid of honor at a
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special event, and it just felt right in
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that moment. As he spoke, I felt a
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strange mix of anger and pity. He was
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still trying to justify his actions,
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still trying to paint himself as the
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wronged party. I listened, nodding
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occasionally, but inside I was consumed
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by the memory of how he had completely
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overshadowed the most important day of
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my life. "I didn't expect this to blow
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up like it did," he said, his voice
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breaking. "I thought people would be
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happy for us." "I didn't want to take
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away from your day. Please don't let
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this ruin our friendship."
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I tried to stay calm, but it was hard.
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It felt like he still wasn't taking full
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responsibility. I told him I would think
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about it, but deep down I knew our
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friendship had changed irrevocably.
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I pretended to accept his apology,
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nodding gravely, but already a new plan
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was forming in my mind. A year of
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waiting, a long game of chess.
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For a good amount of time, we barely
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spoke. We hung out a few times over the
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course of a year, but even then, we
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barely had anything to talk about that
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didn't devolve into an argument about
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the wedding. With each passing meeting,
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I realized we weren't really friends
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anymore. The bitterness simmerred. About
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a year into that strained existence,
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life took an unexpected, beautiful turn
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for my wife and me. We found out we were
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expecting our first child. We had always
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wanted a family, and this news was the
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silver lining, the brightest beacon
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after the darkness.
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We decided to keep the pregnancy a
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secret until the right time.
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One day, an invitation arrived in the
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mail. It was from the former best man
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and the maid of honor. They were getting
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married. I was surprised they even sent
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one after everything. My wife and I
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discussed at length.
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I don't want to go, she said, her voice
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firm. But if you feel like you need to,
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I'll support you and go, too. I thought
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about it. Part of me wanted to ignore
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the invitation, to cut ties completely,
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but another part saw it as an
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opportunity, a chance to get back at
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them in a way that felt perfectly,
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poetically justifiable.
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We decided we would go. It would be a
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way to move past the hurt, yes, but also
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to make a very deliberate statement. The
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day of their wedding arrived. The
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difference between their wedding and
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ours was striking.
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Their venue was smaller, the guest list
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noticeably shorter.
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It was clear that many people had turned
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their backs on them, choosing sides in
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the wake of their brazen act.
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It was a stark contrast to the grand
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celebration we had once planned. During
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the reception, I waited. The room was
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filled with an uneasy silence. People
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polite but distant. When the moment felt
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exquisitly right, not too early, not too
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late, I stood up. my wife beside me. We
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had practiced this moment, envisioned
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it, honed it. "We have some exciting
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news," I announced to the crowd,, my
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voice clear and strong. "We're having a
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baby." The room fell quiet, a deeper,
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heavier silence than before.
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A few scattered guests clapped politely,
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but the mood was instantly thick with
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unspoken tension.
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The best man and the maid of honor
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looked over at us, their faces a mix of
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shock and dawning anger.
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The groom's face flushed crimson, and he
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clenched his fists. He stormed over to
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me as soon as I sat down, his eyes
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burning with fury. "This was supposed to
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be our day," he hissed, his voice low
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and tight with rage.
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I shrugged, a calm smile playing on my
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lips.
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"You wanted to share the moment,
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remember?" "I thought we'd both get a
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chance to celebrate."
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He glared, but couldn't argue. The
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damage was done. The mood of their
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wedding was forever changed,
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overshadowed by an announcement
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carefully timed for maximum impact.
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It wasn't the joyous celebration they
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had hoped for. As the years went by,
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there was little to no contact between
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us. The once close friendship dissolved
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into mere memories. I heard through
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mutual acquaintances that the maid of
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honor and the best man's marriage had
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fallen apart. Rumor had it she had
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cheated on him and taken all his money.
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Karma, I supposed had a way of finding
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its mark. One day, out of nowhere, I
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received a message from him. A desperate
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plea for help. I need a place to stay.
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She left me, took everything. I have
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nowhere to go. Can I crash at your place
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for a while? I stared at the message, a
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mix of emotions swirling inside me. I
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didn't want to be cruel, but I also felt
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like I had already done enough. I took a
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deep breath and sent a reply. I'm sorry,
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but I can't help you. I think it's best
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we keep our distance.
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I hit send, then blocked his number. The
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past was behind me, and I wanted to keep
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it that way. The revenge I had planned
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had come full circle, and it felt like
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justice had been served. The best man
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and the maid of honor were no longer
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part of my life, and I was ready to move
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on. After blocking his number, I hoped
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that would be the end of it. But a few
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days later, my phone buzzed with an
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unfamiliar number. Reluctantly, I
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answered. To my surprise, it was him
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again.
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Please just hear me out one more time,
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he pleaded, his voice ragged. I'm at
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rock bottom, and I don't have anyone
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else. I know I messed up, but this is
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really bad. I need your help. I sighed,
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trying to stay calm.
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What more do you want from me? I've
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already told you I can't help. He kept
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pushing.
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I get it. Okay, I really do. But think
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about what we had. We were best friends.
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I know I made a mistake, but everyone
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else has turned their backs on me. I'm
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all alone, and I don't have anyone left
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to turn to. I didn't respond
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immediately. His desperation was almost
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overwhelming.
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He continued to send messages, each one
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more pleading than the last. Finally, he
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called again. When I answered, he was
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frantic.
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You don't understand. I'm completely
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broke, and she left me with nothing. I'm
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desperate. I know it was my fault, but I
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swear I've learned my lesson. Please
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don't do this to me. You're the only
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person who can help me now. I was about
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to hang up when he said something that
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crossed the line.
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I'm just asking for a chance. If you
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don't help me, I'll have nowhere to go.
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I'd even be willing to forgive you for
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ruining my wedding, but only if you
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agree to help me. You owe me that much.
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The words hit me like a punch. He was
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trying to guilt me into helping him by
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bringing up the past and turning it
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against me. I couldn't believe what I
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was hearing. "That's it," I said, my
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voice cold, sharp. "I'm done. I won't
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listen to any more of your excuses or
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demands.
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I ended the call and blocked the number
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for good. The final straw had been
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crossed and I knew there was no going
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back. The friendship was officially over
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and I was done with the drama.
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