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Speaker 1 (00:00):
The weirdest triangle. I never signed up for a long,
rambling tale about me, my wife and her best friend.
All right, let me just start this off by saying,
I know how I'm going to sound. Yeah, I'm aware.
It's not lost on me. I'm probably going to come
off as a little full of myself, maybe even slightly
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narcissistic depending on how you interpret what I'm about to say.
But you know what, that's fine. You'll live. This is
my reality and I'm just trying to process it. So
I've been with my wife for a long time. We've
been in each other's lives for about twenty years, give
or take, and for those of you doing the math, yes,
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that includes childhood, teenage years, the awkward phase where you're
trying to figure out who you are and all that stuff.
We've been romantically involved for nine of those years and
officially married for the last five. Solid history rite. Now
enter the best friend. Let's call her D. D has
been around since the tail end of high school or
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maybe early college, somewhere in that hazy in between time
where you're still technically young but life starts asking more
from you. You know, the phase where you start pretending
like you have things figured out, but you're really just
winging it every day. Yeah, that's when d and my
wife became inseparable. They're close, I mean really close, like
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sisters from other misters close, and honestly, I never had
a problem with that. I always thought it was great
that my wife had someone in her corner like that,
someone who'd been with her through the ups and downs,
the late night breakdowns and the celebratory brunches. Now let's
talk about D's track record with guys and spoiler alert,
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it's bad, Like someone needs to make a Netflix DOCA
series bad. She's dated a string of the worst men imaginable.
I'm talking abusive, manipulative, emotion, unavailable, you name it. If
there's a red flag in the dating handbook, Dees probably
dated someone who waves it proudly from a moving vehicle.
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And I know all this because she vents to Both
my wife and Melke were her personal therapists. We've heard
it all, every dramatic detail, every tearful phone call, every
you won't believe what he said to me this time
type of situation. Recently, she got out of what I
can only describe as a particularly brutal relationship this one
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really seemed to leave a mark. It broke her down,
and after it ended, she kind of declared she was
done with dating altogether. No more boyfriends, no more drama.
She was going solo, embracing the single life, working on herself,
or so she said. Now this is where things started
to take a weird turn. She began making these comments
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to my wife, little things at first, about how lucky
my wife was to have me. You're so lucky, she'd say,
it must be so amazing to have someone who actually
cares about you, who listens to you, who supports you.
I mean, on the surface, that's a compliment, right, But
it started happening a lot, like a lot, a lot,
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and then it got even more personal. She'd look at
me and say things like, I hope you know how
rare you are. Guys like you don't come around often.
Stuff like that. Okay, still not terrible, but now we're
treading into strange waters. Then she got physically clingy. And
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let me be clear, this woman had never been touchy
with me before. Never. We'd always had a pretty standard friendship, dynamic, friendly,
respectful boundaries in place. But suddenly when she'd come over,
she'd do things like rest her head on my shoulder
while we watched TV. One time, she literally plopped down
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in my lap like it was the most normal thing
in the world. I was frozen like a statue, just
sitting there, wondering what alternate timeline I had entered. She
started telling me that I made her feel safe, that
she could truly relax when she was around me, that
being near me made her feel seen again on paper.
Sweet sentiments, but when you stack them up one after another,
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it starts to paint a very specific picture, you know.
Then there were the outfits. Look, I'm not blind. I
noticed things. She started dressing a little more well intentional
when she came around. She'd wear tight tops, short skirts,
and suddenly she's asking me how she looks in them.
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Not like a casual hey does this look? Okay? It
was more like, be honest, how does this make my
butt look? And then twirling like we're in a rom
com montage. Before she might have worn yoga pants and
a hoodie. Now it it was borderline date night attire
and the cherry on top. One night, we're all joking
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around me, my wife and d and my wife makes
a joke, just a harmless silly little comment. She goes,
D's basically your second wife. With all the time she
spends here, maybe she should do all the chores I hate.
We all laughed at first, but D she ran with
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that like sprinted with it, like she was trying to
win gold in the Olympics. She started referring to herself
as my second wife all the time, and not in
a casual hahawada joke way. She'd say things like, as
your second wife, I think I deserve more foot rubs,
or you should cook for me too, not just your
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first wife. It was kind of funny for like a minute,
but then she sent me a picture of a ring,
a literal engagement style ring, and she said, even your
second wife deserves a ring, right with a wink emoji.
I honestly didn't know what to do with that, so
I went to my wife. Of course, I didn't want
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to hide anything. I brought it up, told her everything
that had been happening, how weird D had been acting,
the lap sitting, the second wife jokes, the flirty comments,
the ring photo, all of it. And what did my
wife say, Eh, that's just how she is. She doesn't
mean anything by it. I was stunned, like is it
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just me? Am I the only one seeing this giant
red flag parade. I'm sitting here watching D slowly morph
into some fantasy version of what she thinks a relationship
should be, and my wife is acting like she just
made a new Pinterest board. I started second guessing myself.
Maybe I am over analyzing. Maybe I'm just being too
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observant or cautious. But then again, I'm not making this
stuff up. I'm not imagining her resting her head on me.
I'm not hallucinating ring picks in my inbox. So what
the hell is going on? Here's my theory, And I
know I might sound like I'm reaching, but hear me out.
D has had nothing but crappy relationships. Every guy she's
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dated has treated her like garbage. Then she spends more
and more time around me and my wife. She sees
what a healthy relationship looks like, or at least healthier
than what she's used to. She sees me treating my
wife with respect, helping out, being emotionally available, all that jazz,
and for the first time, she feels safe, She feels validated,
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she feels like she's finally found some one who listens
to her who gets her only problem. That person is
her best friend's husband. And I don't think she's doing
it on purpose. I really don't. I think her brain
is just subconsciously reaching out and latching on to something
that finally feels good and stable. It's like her emotional
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compass is spinning in circles and suddenly it points to
me and goes, oh, hey, this direction feels safe. But
here's the thing. I am not interested in being anyone's
emotional support fantasy. I love my wife period. There are
no what ifs, no maybes, no well if circumstances were different. No,
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she's the one, and I don't want anything, not even
weird behavior from a close friend, to cast a shadow
over that. Still, I can't shake this weird vibe. D
is getting more bold, more comfortable, pushing boundaries. I'm trying
to be respectful, not to make a huge deal, but
there's a line, and she's tiptoeing all over it in heels,
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And the frustrating part, my wife keeps brushing it off.
I get that she trusts D. I get that she's
known her longer than she's known me, But at some
point you've to admit that something's off. You don't just
send ring photos to your best friend's husband. You don't
casually sit on his lap and call yourself wife number
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two unless you're trying to stir something up, or unless
you're slowly losing grip on boundaries because your emotional needs
are going unmet elsewhere. So now I'm in this awkward limbo.
I don't want to upset anyone, but I also don't
want to sit back and wait until things get out
of hand. I've tried to be open and communicative, but
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it feels like I'm the only one taking this seriously.
So here I am throwing it all out into the universe,
asking the void or whoever happens to be reading this.
Am I crazy? Am I just being overly observant? Or
is there something very real and uncomfortable brewing that my
wife is just not seeing. I don't know, But what
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I do know is I didn't sign up for a
soap opera when I said I do, and yet here
I am starring in one. Unpaid, unprepared, and wildly uncomfortable.
The end