Best Friend Betrayal ( Aka: She “stole” my Husband)

“No man is stolen, they just leave”. FloetryC.

She is getting married.

Her best friend is the maid of honor at her wedding.

Joyfully cheering on, for they were as close as sisters.

Like roses, their friendship blossomed so beautifully.

Interconnected, connected they became. Sharing

secrets, talking for hours on phone and hanging out.

Tagging along to family reunions and parties.

She was like family.

She became the favorite third wheel at dinners and

vacations. Giving opinions and taking up the role of

an auntie to the children. A trusted friend she was,

she even had the keys to the house. Doing house calls,

calling late and volunteering to chip in during moments

of crisis. She was there whenever her friend needed her.

Through moments of doubt and family issues, she

consoled her. Sharing all her problems, confiding in her.

A convenience she became, double coincidences they

became. Tracking routines and all his tastes and preferences;

his likes and dislikes. Showing up abruptly at his place of work

just to say hello. Offering to fix for him meals when his wife

is busy. Whatever she did, her friend did two times better.

Transforming her challenges into double bonuses. Using her

friend’s weaknesses as her strength. Providing whatever he

needed, whenever he needed. A friend in need, a true friend

in deed. Catering to her friend’s husband.

She even had a room in her friend’s house.

She put her faith in a cauldron, and trusted her friend with

all her secrets. Inviting an opportunist into her life.

Opening up the doors of her home to a false friend.

Ignoring the red flags and her instincts, dismissing advice

from family and friends about her best friend. Smiling and

dining with a potential mistress. Feeding the other woman

with the required information to take up her spot as wife.

Loading an adequate amount of ammunition to blow

up her head.

Her friendship drowned in whiskey as she lay drunk and angry

on the bedroom floor. Angry at herself for trusting so much

and ignoring the red flags. Angry at her husband and best

friend for betraying her. Filled with a rage that feels like

nothingness, blaming her best friend for stealing her husband.

Unaware that no man is stolen, he makes a decision to leave.

She catalyzed the situation by making another woman

compliment her weaknesses. She indirectly encouraged the

affair by feeding her best friend with all the knowledge about

her husband. She indirectly encouraged a closeness she could

have avoided. Training another woman to take her place.

Making her best friend do all the things she should have been

doing for her husband. She became better at her job.

The spot for maid of honor is open.

Her husband is getting married to her best friend.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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