I went through a really bad divorce, lost my job, and moved three hours away to live with her and her family. 'The worst thing is that no one told me, and everyone knew: his sister, his mom, his aunt, his two best friends who claimed to be my friends as well. It was a threesome with my husband, my best friend, and her best friend.' Two years later, I get with my now-partner, and he tells me that my best friend had slept with my husband as well, because she bragged about it. So I emailed my best friend and told her that I knew what happened and that since she knew about it, I wasn't going to speak to her ever again. He felt guilty and just told me while I was in there: It was with my best friend's best friend. I had to go to rehab, and while I was there, my husband had cheated on me. I guess I thought we were closer than we were.
I personally suffer from mental illness, so having someone close meant so much to me.
