I’m single, mid-30s. One of my closest friends is married. I know his wife well too — like, I’ve been to their wedding, their house, we’ve done game nights, birthdays, all of it. They’ve had ups and downs, but I always thought they were solid.
A couple weeks ago he tells me they had a huge fight, things are bad, he needs to get away for a couple days and asks if he can crash at my place. I say of course. He’s my friend. I wanted to be there for him.
Day two, I get home early from work — and I walk into my bed being used. By him. With some random woman I’ve never seen in my life. I just stood there. He was literally still pulling his pants up, trying to get words out.
He begged me. Like begged me not to say anything. Said it was a mistake. That he and his wife were “kind of on a break.” That he didn’t want to lose her, blah blah blah. I didn’t even know what to say. I felt used and honestly kind of grossed out that this was what he did with my trust.
I sat with it for a couple days. Tried to sleep. Tried to not think about it. But I couldn’t. I kept picturing her face. So eventually, I told her. Just the basics. I didn’t get into the details. Just told her what I saw.
Now he’s pissed. Like beyond pissed. Said I ruined his marriage, that it “wasn’t my place,” and that he thought he could trust me. I haven’t heard from her either. I don’t expect to. So yeah — I probably lost both of them.
But I couldn’t lie for him. Not after what I saw. Not in my own home. I know I did the right thing.