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I became friends with Rosie at high school. We’d both been bridesmaids for one another. She’s been by my side during times of anxiety or grief, and she’s the first to cheer me on when I’ve got great news. Basically, I know her inside out.
While I love her like a sister, there’s one thing about Rosie I don’t like. In fact, I hate it. It makes my blood boil.
It’s the way she acts around my husband, Mick. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it, but now I feel it’s inexcusable.
It all started when we were celebrating a good friend’s birthday, her husband couldn’t make it, he was away on business, as he always is, so she tagged along with Mick and I. (Post continues after gallery.)
The party was fun, everyone was drinking and Rosie was getting drunk. Noticeably drunk. I returned from the bathroom and came across her cuddled up closely to Mick. Her arm around his waist.
She’d just changed her brown hair to blonde and was asking his opinion of it.
Of course, Mick was being polite, he didn’t try to distance himself (even though I so wanted him to) and he, of course, told her what she wanted to hear (and the truth) – that she looked great.
While it wasn’t as though I’d walked in on anything I shouldn’t have, I couldn’t get the thought of my best friend all over my partner out of my head, as we changed the conversation and I noticed her slowly let go of Mick's waist.
‘Why doesn’t she fawn all over our other friends’ partners?’ I thought as my mind spun trying to think back to other occasions of flirting I might have missed.
'Why is Mick going along with this?'
Although I desperately wanted to ask Mick whether he thought she was flirting with him and what he thought about it, I held off in the car on the way home.
‘Rosie’s your best friend,’ I thought. ‘She was just being friendly. They were both just being friendly.’