I dated a man once. He was known as the college jock, and I was known as an achiever in the university. People often said I was pretty, though I was a bit avoidant when it came to relationships. They couldn’t get a hold of me. I thought I knew better. But he courted me, gave me presents, took me on dates, introduced me to his parents, and even invited me to their home.
It was going well. His place even became my friend group’s hangout spot since he had a certain charm with my girl and gay friends, including my best friend at the time, F (20). She was one of the people who pushed me to date him, telling me I should give him a chance because he seemed genuine. So, I did.
Then one day, I was with a friend, and the three of us were in his room. I jokingly took his phone, pretending to unlock it. He said, “Okay, I’ll open it, but you won’t find anything here,” and handed it over. That’s when I found something. The hidden folder in his gallery app, which back then didn’t need to be unlocked. Inside were explicit videos of girls I didn’t know and even videos of him with his ex. I was shocked. I locked his phone immediately and went home without saying a word.
I went cold and stopped messaging him after 3 months of dating. He eventually sent me a letter, owning up to what he did. For weeks, I cried, blaming myself for ever dating him when I had been fine alone in the first place. I cried to my best friend, and she consoled me for weeks.
Until one random night, her cousin, who liked me and weirdly tried to hit on me, sent me a recent photo of my ex with my best friend, having the time of their lives at her home, drinking with his family.
I confronted her. She denied everything, but I told her I’d cut her off. Months later, they officially started dating.
I was miserable. I went nonverbal; every time I went to school, I stayed silent. It was the hardest betrayal I had ever faced. She was my best friend for five years, and on top of it all, she started spreading false gossip about me.
Some of my other friends sided with them. I mentioned his charm earlier, and they all boarded their boat, leaving me alone rowing mine, except for a few friends who still had my back. But after a while, I realized it was a blessing in disguise. I matured because of it.
Months later, I met my long-term boyfriend. It was magical. Everything made sense, and I no longer gave a damn about them.
Then one day, a friend told me something interesting. My ex had done the same thing to her. He hit on her best friend, messaging her to run away with him, promising to leave my friend. Apparently, that best friend had also been a frequent guest at their hangouts, just like before.
Basically, she experienced exactly what she put me through. I bet it was rough. I hope it felt like a slap in the face because she finally experienced the hurt.
It was so satisfying, like a cherry on top of my already happy relationship.
I consider myself a good person, and usually, I don’t take pleasure in someone’s downfall. But this was satisfying. It was the perfect cherry on top of the happy life I’m living now.
By the time I found out, I was already content with my life. I even felt the urge to console her, to genuinely tell her to break up with him and maybe even talk to her again because I had already forgiven her. But honestly, it’s funny thinking about how it all came full circle.
Karma is real. Beware.
TL;DR: My best friend pushed me to date a guy, then secretly dated him after we broke up because he cheated on me. Years later, he cheated on her with her own best friend. Karma hit, and I’m happily living my best life now.
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