“Ryan! You clearly promised I could go to this party, so why are you backing out now? Yes, I admit, I only said I was going with a friend, not a guy best friend, but a best guy friend is still a best friend! You can’t question our friendship just because he’s a guy! You’re so narrow-minded, don’t you know that?!”
“Besides, I’ve told you countless times, he likes men, not women. That’s why I’m his best friend! He wouldn’t have any improper thoughts about me. When are you going to stop being so insecure?!”Her resentful voice echoed in my ears, and my consciousness slowly sharpened.
When I saw myself sitting on the couch in our freshly renovated living room, I realized it: I had been reborn.And the sweet-faced, soft-voiced woman beside me, who even looked a little cute when she was pouting in anger, was my wife, Stella.Watching her stand there, so self-righteous and argumentative, I couldn’t help but smile.
If I hadn’t witnessed her depraved behavior with that man, I might have actually believed her.And the thought of her tearing our once happy and loving home apart for that so-called best guy friend sent a sharp pang through my heart.Stella and I met through a blind date after graduation.By the time I reached dating age, I no longer believed in things like “love.” After all, in today’s society, everyone is very realistic.
