I have a confession: I have become that friend.
I am the friend who brings their partner to dinner without asking, the friend whose social media posts make you gag and the friend you haven’t seen in months.
I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s us.
The following is a list of all the ways I, and others like me, have hurt you.
1.) I am no longer a 'me' but a 'we'.
We can no longer speak in first person. We try but it just doesn't feel right. What am "I" doing this weekend? I have no idea. But we're going apple-picking. We love apples.
2.) I have used every opportunity to talk about my partner.
I can't help that I try to slip them into unrelated conversations. The thought of them sits in my chest like vomit after three bottles of wine. I must tell you about our couples getaway. I MUST.
3.) I have tried to convince you this relationship is different.
I have gone to extreme lengths to explain to you how this relationship is different. I have become irrationally offended when you pointed out similarities to past flings. I have told you that you're wrong. Loudly.

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I find 1 and 2 a real pain.
(I once had a female friend who got a boyfriend during our friendship.
I sent her this event that I knew we'd both be interested in. She replied back to me: "we could go". I'm thinking she means her and me; she actually meant her and her boyfriend.)
There's nothing worse than a "friend" that ditches you as soon as they get a boyfriend, or drags the boyfriend to every event when they're not invited. This is the sort of person I now avoid because I don't want to be used as a place filler only on those times the boyfriend is away. Being in a relationship doesn't mean you get to drop all of your family and friends and expect that they're still going to be around when you're ready to spare some time for them.
"used as a place filler only on those times the [partner] is away".
So what do you do when someone you haven't from in ages contacts you asking to do something on a day; and afterwards casually slips in that their partner is away that time?