My Best Friend Cheated on Her Husband and I Told Him
I’ll never know if I did the right thing or not.
My best friend, Natalie, spent nearly a decade hopelessly in love with a boy named Billy who broke her heart in high school.
According to her, they were soulmates. According to him, they had barely even dated, and she was terrible in bed — or, on the couch, because they had never even made it into a bedroom.
Billy was bad news, and everyone who loved Natalie hated him. Thankfully, after high school, they both went their separate ways. Billy spent the next decade in and out of rehab for a drug problem and living in his parent’s basement. Natalie reached her goal of becoming a 4th-grade teacher and was happily engaged to a sweet redhead named Jason.
It wasn’t until Natalie’s wedding day that I heard her talk about Billy again.
While we stood in the church basement waiting for the Pastor to give us the signal that it was time, Natalie told all of us bridesmaids that she secretly hoped Billy would crash the wedding and whisk her away in the suped-up red Mustang he drove back in high school.
When she realized all of our mouths were hanging open in shock, she quickly laughed it off, and the ceremony went on as planned. Her comment was strange, but I…
