You decided to let me go, wanted to start “seeing other people”
and I cried for days.
I called you 10 times, trying to change your mind…
but you wouldn’t listen. You ignored my calls.
I guess it was for the best, since you always treated me less.
We argued for too long, and you stopped showing me attention.
Too many nights were spent alone, hugging my pillow.
I caught you too many times flirting with other women.
I found myself checking my phone, just to see if I have service
or if the ringer was off by accident.
No missed calls.
Damn…you really didn’t call.
You were supposed to come back, and tell me it was a mistake.
That you never meant what you said the night before.
That you love me
adore me
miss me
appreciated me.
Appreciation. Let’s talk about that for a moment.
When I changed my hair color, you didn’t notice it.
When I lost 10 pounds, you still complained that I needed to lose more weight.
When I graduated with honors, you felt I wasn’t smart enough.
When I got that raise, you suggested that I was sleeping with my boss.
And when I asked if you ever thought about marrying me…
you said I wasn’t good enough.
I should have left you then
I should have left you sooner than the night you left me.
But all that is done and over with.
I’ve moved on.
And now…2 months later…
you’re on me like white on rice.
All of a sudden, you’re noticing me.
Because I got my legs open…
for your best friend.
When they were closed
and I loved you with all my heart…
you called me thunder thighs.
Now your best friend can get enough of what’s inside these thighs.
Oh, you want to know why I’m fucking him? Sure…I’ll tell you…
it’s because he’s the next best thing to you.
He’s your best friend! That means you’re both alike, you talk alike and you even fuck alike.
But his dick is better.
And now, 2 months later…
now…
NOW…
you’re starting to pay me more attention.
You said that my hair color brings out my eyes more.
You said my ass looks great in these jeans.
You even showed up at my Summa Cum Laude celebration party.
Sent flowers to my job, sending me emails of wedding locations.
They all went ignored.
Please return to sender. With a little pink post-it note on them.
And it stated “I moved on to next. And he’s right beside you.”
When I was a classy little princess, I went unheard.
But now that I’m a tasteless whore, I’m irresistable.
You’re calling me worse names now. Even threatened his life.
It took me having an affair with your best friend
for you to realize how much you love me
but it’s too late now
my stomach’s starting to grow.
And I have no clue who the father is.
My my my, how my phone is ringing off the hook now…

“the best friend” written by chanel.

As you can see, there will always be consequences just when you think a person is gaining. The woman in that poem didn’t conquer. She failed miserably. She failed her morals, self-respect and her life by having sex with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend and bringing in a baby for all the wrong reasons. She was successful in so many ways but not with her relationships. No matter how you dress it up, it’s always wrong to get involved with someone one of your close friends, or family member, used to date. If any of my friends introduce me to a man that they say they have a “crush” on, I would never make any moves on him. Or allow him to do the same to me. It’s trifling and dirty. I am immediately turned off by him because I know how my friend feels about him. I will acknowledge the fact that he’s good looking, as approval, but that’s it. Personally, I don’t think it’s appropriate. So what if he made a pass at you? So what if she always bats her eyes at you and cries on your shoulder. So what if you were drunk. They are off limits. I feel people do things like this to achieve jealousy as a reaction. But little do you know, the friend you’re stabbing in the back will never trust you again. The ex usually ends up feeling betrayed and see you in a different light. Is your reputation worth all that? It’s bad enough you got your ex running around telling people about your relationship. So now he/she can add “slut” to that equation. Would you want your ex best-friend telling everyone “That bitch tried to fuck my man”?

I’ve experienced a friend (more than once) making inappropriate comments about a man I was interested in or went on a date with before. I’ll laughed it off but in the back of my mind, I got my eye on them. If I see a pattern, that’s when I will pull her to the side and tell her how I feel. I think most of us have experienced that. Where your friend’s intentions with someone you have interest in is questionable. I’m not sure what causes these things to happen. I can easily blame it on insecurity or their lack of class and self-respect. One thing I do know for sure is that may be a sign towards the beginning of a doomed friendship.

The only thing I can advise is to take heed and keep your eyes open. If the unthinkable actually do happen, you have all right to let that friend go.