Some people have no fucking sense.
B., a woman that I've known for four years, was dating Mt., but had had an attraction to his best friend, Mk. Mt. & Mk. had been friends for something along the lines of fourteen years.
At first B. and Mk. decided that it was a bad idea to let their attraction get the better of them (a blatantly obvious assessment) and didn't pursue it. But recently she ended up going to a bachelor party with both of them and at one point Mt. couldn't follow along: something about him not being dressed properly to be let in at one of the places they were going. Later that night B. slept with Mk.
She met up with him again later but decided not to pursue things because he wanted to both stay friends with Mt. and continue on with her. She decided that she had to do the right thing (blatantaly obvious, again) and stop seeing him. She later considered, and started to attempt, suicide over the fact that she couldn't see him -- saying that he was what she was looking for and that she had missed her chance.
So a day or so later she breaks up with Mt., telling him that she had slept with someone else but not disclosing the name. Some time later Mk. comes and tells him that he and B. had slept together, and Mt. decks him. B. is ejected from the situation but comes back later and an agreement is reached that they will still try to remain friends.
Next day, B. tells me that she and Mk. are going to start seeing each other again. As far as I'm concerned this is a Bad Fucking Idea, but I figure, her bed. And I tell her so. Later on she tells me that she just wanted my support in doing this -- a request that I shrugged off. This was on Wednesday.
On Friday I met up with Mt., watched a movie, etc. I asked him how he was doing with all of this and he said that he was dealing, considering that on Thursday Mk. had told him that he and B. weren't seeing each other anymore. That it was a car accident type of situation, that everyone felt horrible about it but that it was past and that was it.
So I end up in the position of knowing that either things had changed between Wednesday and Thursday, or that he was being lied to again -- that B. was still fucking his best friend and that his forgiveness and attempt to rebuild the friendship was based on deception.
Mt.'s a decent guy. Fact is that he doesn't deserve to be at the sharp end of this kind of shit.
People I've talked to haven't agreed with this decision, but I decided to tell him what B. had told me on Wednesday. He had a right to know. I'm sure that B. regards this as a betrayal, but if that's what it is to let someone know that they're being lied to and fucked with, so be it.
No shame, no regrets.
B., a woman that I've known for four years, was dating Mt., but had had an attraction to his best friend, Mk. Mt. & Mk. had been friends for something along the lines of fourteen years.
At first B. and Mk. decided that it was a bad idea to let their attraction get the better of them (a blatantly obvious assessment) and didn't pursue it. But recently she ended up going to a bachelor party with both of them and at one point Mt. couldn't follow along: something about him not being dressed properly to be let in at one of the places they were going. Later that night B. slept with Mk.
She met up with him again later but decided not to pursue things because he wanted to both stay friends with Mt. and continue on with her. She decided that she had to do the right thing (blatantaly obvious, again) and stop seeing him. She later considered, and started to attempt, suicide over the fact that she couldn't see him -- saying that he was what she was looking for and that she had missed her chance.
So a day or so later she breaks up with Mt., telling him that she had slept with someone else but not disclosing the name. Some time later Mk. comes and tells him that he and B. had slept together, and Mt. decks him. B. is ejected from the situation but comes back later and an agreement is reached that they will still try to remain friends.
Next day, B. tells me that she and Mk. are going to start seeing each other again. As far as I'm concerned this is a Bad Fucking Idea, but I figure, her bed. And I tell her so. Later on she tells me that she just wanted my support in doing this -- a request that I shrugged off. This was on Wednesday.
On Friday I met up with Mt., watched a movie, etc. I asked him how he was doing with all of this and he said that he was dealing, considering that on Thursday Mk. had told him that he and B. weren't seeing each other anymore. That it was a car accident type of situation, that everyone felt horrible about it but that it was past and that was it.
So I end up in the position of knowing that either things had changed between Wednesday and Thursday, or that he was being lied to again -- that B. was still fucking his best friend and that his forgiveness and attempt to rebuild the friendship was based on deception.
Mt.'s a decent guy. Fact is that he doesn't deserve to be at the sharp end of this kind of shit.
People I've talked to haven't agreed with this decision, but I decided to tell him what B. had told me on Wednesday. He had a right to know. I'm sure that B. regards this as a betrayal, but if that's what it is to let someone know that they're being lied to and fucked with, so be it.
No shame, no regrets.