A friend had given me reason to suspect my girlfriend of cheating. She was inept when it came to tech. I’d helped her set up a system for her passwords in the past because she kept getting locked out. I’d never been the type to snoop but the accusation didn’t have enough weight for confrontation, I couldn’t help myself. Luckily my suspicions were warranted, more than enough picture and text to validate the claims.
The yelling, the crying, the denial, the breaking up, yadda yadda yadda.
Maybe a week passes and her friend (let’s call her Maria) hits me up on Facebook asking about what happened. I guess she received a entirely different account of what had happened and known her long and well enough to know that she was pedaling lies. Didn’t matter, screen shots kill doubt and made my point for me. I was obviously still raw about the whole situation, I vented and she agreed on most of points. I remember being annoyed that she reminded me of her duty to her friend a few times. They’d been friends since kindergarten, even though we’d grown to be friends over the course of my relationship with her friend, I knew I still came 2nd by far.