Love is a very complicated thing
The Third Wheel
I was working in a bike shop back at home when I came home for the summer. There was a rather dumb but attractive guy who worked there who was 32, and I was 20. We joked around a lot, had a few laughs, and I made a few flirtatious and suggestive jokes. We ended up hooking up in his car one day after work, in a back alley.
Fast forward two weeks later. This woman comes in with lunch for him, and I ask our boss who she is. It’s his girlfriend. Whom he neglected to mention. But she makes these all knowing eyes at me, and I just ignore it. After work, he leaves for the gym, and she comes into the backroom as I’m doing overtime.. and invites me to have a threesome with them tonight, but as a surprise for the guy. I took a rain check on that one due to other plans.
After that odd talk, I ended up flirting more with the girlfriend, and sexting her, and he completely lost interest in us both. So I was into the girlfriend, and he was into neither me nor her.
She found out she was pregnant a few weeks later, and they skipped out of town and back to their parents neck of the woods. (pineapple-chunks)
A few years back I had hernia surgery and was on bed rest for a few days. One night, out of nowhere, an old fling hit me up telling me she was in the neighborhood. I was ecstatic at hearing her voice because she was one of the most beautiful, intelligent and successful people I knew and I always admired her. She ended up coming over and taking care of me and we hit it off way better than before.
I didn’t know it at the time, but she was dating this guy since forever and was even living with him. When I found out, I told her that I was going to be seeing other people. We still ended up seeing each other for a few months and she eventually had to tell him that she cheated on him with me. He wanted her to stay, even after we spent a weekend at my cabin.
She stayed with the other guy because he was a safe option and she needed a place to stay. I couldn’t promise her anything because I felt like I couldn’t trust her, and she didn’t like the fact that I was dating other people. In reality, we were in a relationship and I saw other people as a way to not think about her living with her boyfriend.
The whole thing was a bad situation because we were madly in love with each other, but because of our trust issues we ended up breaking it off. I ended up in a relationship with someone else for like a month and we never really talked since then. She married that guy a few months after I married my wife.
She still calls at night from time to time but I never answer because I’m happily married and I don’t need that kind of trouble in my life. (bartthei)
Not My Fight
In sophomore year of high school, I met a girl “Julia”, and I immediately developed a giant crush on her which lasted for most of high school. My best friend “Alex” knew of this, but then started hitting on Julia at my birthday party late junior year after I had introduced them. Alex and Julia then began quietly dating that summer, neither of them deciding to tell me about it. I found out only after both of them came to me seeking support when they broke up. So not only was I very hurt, but also tasked with consoling two of my closest friends.
They are no longer on speaking terms. Alex now spends most of his time complaining about how Julia broke his heart and telling me about how he’ll never move on, and Julia and I grew much closer as I helped her process the breakup and get on with it. I no longer like Julia, and am as of just recently in a relationship with someone else. I am still very close to Julia, and Alex and I recently began living together.
They frequently try to involve me in their fights. I don’t know how this ends. It’s still going on. (watkykjynaaier)