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Pool Cue & Best Friend

Dear I'm Not Bitter;

I am a lonely male who found your site through a friend, after I found out the truth.

You wouldn't believe what my wife did to me. Jeanette slept with my bestfriend.

I was understanding after the birth of our son. We had some rough times, but she was my wife and I loved her deeply. I knew that the birth of our son had been a hard labor and I believed her when she told me that it was too soon to rekindle our physical relationship. This was my first child and her third. So, I waited patiently for her to give me a reassuring sign. One day, I rushed home from work early, intending to surprise her. It seemed unusually quiet when I came into the house. Christene, my six year old step-daughter, sat watching television. When I asked her where her mother was, she told me that she and Uncle Chris were in mommy's room taking a nap. Not knowing what to think, or to believe, I headed down the hall. I paused at the door for second, not really knowing if I should proceed, go back, or announce myself. Resigned to finding what deep down I knew must be the truth, I turned the door knob and stepped into the room. There, scrambling to cover themselves with the sheets that had fallen from the bed to the floor were my wife and MY BESTFRIEND. I had told Chris when he moved in that he could use anything he wanted to. I guess he thought that included Jeanette as well.

Then I took less than a second to look the situation over before I said, "Don't let me stop you. I just need to pack some things. Go right ahead, I won't be more than a second." Quickly I rummaged through my closet, gathering what I knew I had to have. I walked back across the room planning on collecting the rest of my belongings from the living room and bathroom when a thought occurred to me. I turned to see that Jeanette and Chris were frozen in the same pose I had seen them in when I had first entered the room. Without hesitation, I moved toward the bed. Jeanette whimpered as Chris scrambled back away from me toward the bed's headboard. I stuck my hand out toward Chris, waiting for him to take it. Trembling, he reached his hand across Jeanette, where I took it into mine pumping it up and down in a hand-shake. "Thanks, thanks a lot," I stammered. I then walked out of the room, and out the front door to place my gathered belongings onto the front seat of my car. Jeanette, wearing only a robe, came out of the house, rushing around me as I packed the remainder of my meager belongings into the car. She kept demanding to know what I planned to do. "Leave," was the only answer I bothered to give her as I carefully packed the last of my stereo equipment into the back of the car. Finally, I felt like a free man.

That left my wife very confused and angry.

I wish I had taken my son with me as well. He hates living with his mother and she doesn't let me see him.

Don't you think that my story belongs on your Best Friends page?

No longer bitter,

A.K.A. ~ Pool Cue
Submitted: 3/1/98


Jacqueline Michelle Lincoln & Best Friend

Dear I'm Not Bitter;

I am a lonely female who found your site on my own, after I found out the truth.

You wouldn't believe what my finace did to me. Larry slept with my maid of honor one month and one day before our wedding.

Larry and I had moved to Indiana, where my parents now lived, to find work after he lost his job as a sanitation engineer (garbage truck driver). We packed most of our things into a storage shed, only taking what we needed with us. Larry found work at a tool and die shop sandblasting new parts. I found work at the carpet shop as a secretary. Larry worked weekdays. I worked weekdays and every other Saturday or alternate Sunday. So he made the sacrifice and went back to Michigan alone on weekends to bring back a carload of belongings each time. When he went back he stayed with my maid of honor and "her boyfriend". When he arrived home, after the weekend of his eighth and last weekend trip, he wore no shirt to cover the hickies he sported from left ear to navel. I was crushed and belligerent. He stammered out a story about a party and a girl betting him he couldn't "not get turned on by her", and he swore he won. I walked across the street to my mom's to call Sue, my ex-roommate and maid of honor.

I asked her where Larry had been. She assured me that he didn't leave her sight the entire weekend. She reported that they had spent nearly every minute packing up the last of our things and going over the wedding details. I asked her if he had gone to a party and she assured me that he didn't leave her house except to go to the storage shed. I then asked her if she knew that he had hickies from his ear to his navel. She hung-up. I guessed that they had gone over all the wedding details, including the honeymoon.

Then I walked back across the street and started screaming and throwing Larry's belongings out the door. When he tried to stop me I started swinging. At first he tried to reason with me then he tried to pin me down. It's amazing he couldn't, considering he was a Heavyweight Golden Gloves boxer. I didn't care I just kept swinging at him and I didn't quit until my dad finally pulled me off him and told me that it was enough. I left, in my car, to cool off. When I returned Larry was puking blood and begging me to forgive him. I refused and finished packing his car for him.

That left my fiance with three broken ribs and a fat lip.

I wish I had been more reasonable and hurt Larry more subtly. I don't believe physical violence was the answer, but at the time I didn't think or know what else to do.

Don't you think that my story belongs on your Best Friends page?

No longer bitter,

A.K.A. ~ Jacqueline Michelle Lincoln
E-Mail:
JacquelineML@mindspring.com
Web Site: http://www.oocities.org/JacquelineMich
Submitted: 2/28/98


FallenAngel & Best Friend

Dear I'm Not Bitter;

I am a lonely female who found your site alone, after I found out the truth.

You wouldn't believe what my boyfriend did to me. Alan lied to me and slept with my Best Friend.

Misty and I had been friends ever since we were ten. We wore the same type of clothing, did our hair the same, etc. So, in retrospect, it wasn't surprising that we fell for the same man.

We both first met Alan while with a group of friends at the local hangout, Midtown Coffeehouse. He was playing darts, we were taking turns playing pool and checking out cute guys. After a particularly bad shot, on my behalf, I handed my pool cue to Misty and announced that I needed some fresh air. A while after I had sat down on the bench outside with a friend (who had followed me so we could gossip), Alan walked out the door. He introduced himself and started a conversation with us, but I could sense his eyes hardly ever left my face. After a few minutes, my friend excused herself and went back inside. I had just stood to follow when Alan asked if he could call me. Flattered that such a good-looking man wanted my number, I gave it to him and went back inside. He called me two days later.

After a few dates, he told me that we had to keep our relationship quiet for a while, because he was going through a messy break-up and his ex was out to get him. "This is a small town," he said, "and if we tell our friends, it'll get back to her eventually. You don't want her to start harrassing you too, believe me." Naively, I agreed, though I was dying to tell Misty. We were best friends, after all, and told each other everything.

We dated for about two months before I began to notice that we only went out certain days of the week, and I never saw or heard from him the rest of the time. Whenever I mentioned it, however, he'd say "I was busy" or "I had a meeting" and quickly changed the subject.

One saturday evening, desperately bored and wanting to talk, but unable to reach Alan (once again), I decided to tell Misty everything. I threw on my jacket and walked down the street to her house, confident she would be home, since I knew that she didn't have a boyfriend. When she answered the door, she was dressed up to go out. "I've got a....friend coming over in a minute," she said. "Alright," I said, "who's the guy!?" "Well," she said with a grin, quickly caving in. "He's tall, handsome, and D*** good in bed," she said in her typically blunt way. "I've met someone too," I smiled, "but I never said anything because he's going through a messy break-up and didn't want to tip off his ex." "You know," Misty said, "I never told you about him because my man told me the same thing!" "What's his name?" I asked. "Alan," my best friend replied.

I don't know if it was then that it hit me, or a second later when his distinctive car pulled into the long driveway, but whichever it was I asked her: "Alan ******!?" Misty looked at be funny and said yes.

Then I quickly explained the situation to Misty. By the time Alan had parked his car and come to the door, I learned that she had met him the same night as I, and he had asked for her phone number before he came out to talk to me. When he rang the doorbell, we were ready. Misty answered it, inviting him into the kitchen. "I have something to tell you," she explained over her shoulder as she led him into the house. When he stepped into the room, we were ready, standing there with identical looks of disgust on our faces. "You...you know?" he stammered. "Not only that," I replied, "But we're both pregnant!" Misty finished, even though Alan and I had never slept together. He didn't seem to remember that fact as he turned white, laid the flowers he had brought on the table, turned, and left. It made me wonder how many women he was sleeping with if he took the news so calmly and didn't remember which ones he HAD slept with.

That left my boyfriend confused and scared.

I wish I had never gone out with him. He very nearly ruined my friendship and he left me heartbroken.

Don't you think that my story belongs on your Best Friends page?

No longer bitter,

Kathryn Shannon
A.K.A. ~ FallenAngel
E-Mail:
fallenangel_ksd@usa.net
Web Site: http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Lair/9421
Submitted: 2/28/98

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