It started with late-night texts. My best friend\u2019s husband and I would swap jokes, random thoughts \u2014 harmless things, at first. But there was an undertone we both chose to ignore. It wasn\u2019t just<\/em> friendly.<\/p>\n Ironically, my friend used to laugh and say we had better chemistry than she did with him. That should\u2019ve been a warning sign. One night, he told me he was thinking of leaving her \u2014 and I froze.<\/p>\n Not out of guilt for my friend \u2014 though I probably should have felt that \u2014 but because I had a secret of my own: I was already seeing his brother. No one knew. Not him. Not the brother. Not even my friend.<\/p>\n I thought I was playing it smart. Emotionally detached. Just \u201ctesting the waters.\u201d But suddenly, if he left her, this messy, hidden situation would become real. I\u2019d have to make a choice. And I wasn\u2019t ready to lose either one.<\/p>\n But the truth doesn\u2019t stop there.<\/p>\n Because while I\u2019m married to a good man \u2014 kind, steady, safe \u2014 I\u2019m also in love with someone else.<\/p>\n My best female friend. I love my husband. Truly. But the love I feel for her\u2026 it\u2019s different. It\u2019s the kind of love that wakes you up. That shows you what being in love<\/em> really feels like \u2014 and ruins your illusions of \u201ccomfortable\u201d forever.<\/p>\n The worst part? None of them know. Not the husband. Not the brother. Not my friend. Not her<\/em>.<\/p>\n And I\u2019m still in the middle of all of it \u2014 smiling, quiet, pretending like everything\u2019s fine.<\/p>\n But inside, I know: It started with late-night texts. My best friend\u2019s husband and I would swap jokes, random thoughts \u2014 harmless things, at first. But there was an undertone we both chose to ignore. It wasn\u2019t just friendly. Ironically, my friend used to laugh and say we had better chemistry than she did with him. That should\u2019ve been …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6384,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6383"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6385,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6383\/revisions\/6385"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wildwondertube.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Who also happens to be the girlfriend of one of my closest friends.<\/p>\n
One day, the truth will ask for answers.
And I don\u2019t know which life I\u2019ll be brave enough to choose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"