TL;DR: I got close to a girl my best friend had dated. He wasn’t over her, and even though I knew it could cause problems, I went ahead anyway. He found out, we had a falling out (on my birthday, no less), and I lost one of the best friends I had. It hurt more than I expected—lost other friends, felt isolated, and dealt with a lot of regret. A year later, I’ve learned from it and grown, but it’s a chapter of my life I won’t forget.
This is not a happy ending story, and honestly I feel like I need to share it to not make the same mistake ever again. Wanna hate me? I don’t care, this is life. Some time ago I had a very close friend, he was the kind of guy who had problems with a girl who used him, not pretty story either, but needed for context.
We were basically best friends for almost two years, were doing a lot of stuff together, helping each other, well that is what true friendship, in my opinion.
Until that time we didn’t have any big issues or problems. Some time later there was a girl who came when we made a Halloween party with costumes, I didn’t understand that I liked her since I was much less interested in relationship and was fat as f@@k :D. Some time later we started to make parties together in a company of 6, that is when things become intense for me, I started to make myself fit to make her like me.
Lets move half a year later, become in much better shape and better, more confident to ask. Asked a friend if he okay with it( he said he is not interested but I felt he didn’t), said they were dating. I was disappointed but still decided to not intervene. Some time later they broke up, messy. He mentioned he will try to get her back, but asked if I want try. I am still have no idea how to answer this question, said no. After this , things becoming vary bad All of us are in the same friend group, started to talk with a girl a lot, making sleepovers, nothing serious but both were interested. I started to understand things can’t go as its going, but too in love to refuse, met with a friend to talk about it. He was not happy about it, to say the least, but didn’t show it, it worse mentioning all this time they were talking a lot too, the same thing, heard it from him. The next day my birthday, hour after it started he confronted me, told him basically to @@@k off. From that moment everything is blurry
I did regretted my decision, I lost a friend I didn’t valued enough, he and the girl make up afterwards ( longer story but doesn’t matter). Got some PTSD that lived in me too long, lost some friends, stopped hanging out, become very distant. Well, here we are a year later, I almost healed up, more mature and smarter. Can say I had an eventful time. Peace