I'm putting my story on this web site because people can post here and not be identified, and I want to hear what's going on from others that know, but wouldn't respond to a regular email.
I'm positive my best friend has been sleeping with my fiance, so I want to bring it out into the open and get this whole affair over with. I'm embarrassed and too hurt to talk to each of them face to face, and I need to cancel the wedding, so here goes.
Bill, I've been with you for almost 3 years and have been faithful to a fault. I barely talk to other guys, never mind go out with them. I know you flirt a lot, but I've become used to it and always figured it was just your way and was pretty harmless. One day last month, after I left work, I had to go to the south side to pick up a package for my boss and happened to walk past The Smith Street Pub. I could see the bar from the street and saw you sitting there with a couple of guys. I was going to walk in and surprise you, but I suddenly noticed the girl on the seat next to you was Beth. (My best friend and Maid of Honor) My heart went in my throat, and I just kept on walking rather than to come in. I thought about it and waited that night to see if you would say anything about it to me when you got home, which you didn't. Then I thought maybe she was helping you buy me something for the wedding, so I didn't say anything. Still, I was suspicious, and decided to check it out.
For the next few weeks, every time you told me you had to work late or had plans with your friends, I'd call Beth to see what she was doing. Every night you were "working late", she told me she was doing something and we couldn't get together. I approached one of your friends, whose name I can't say, and asked him face to face if something was going on with the two of you. He didn't have to say a word, I could tell from the expression on his face something was going on. Finally he said he didn't want to be in the middle of it, but he really felt bad for me and, yes, you and Beth were seeing each other. Last Tuesday night, when you told me you were working late, I parked down the street from your apartment and just sat there waiting. Around 10:30 you drove up and parked. Beth got out of the car with you, laughing and holding hands, and went into your apartment with you. I don't understand how you could keep planning the wedding and leading me on. You could have just told me and got it over with. But you didn't, so I'll do it for you. Everyone we know, including our parents, are getting an invitation to read this post and you and Beth can pay the consequences.
I'd like anyone that knows what was going on, and how long it's been going on, to post in on here and tell me everything.
Bill, the wedding is off, and please don't call or come over here. I was going to give you the diamond back, but instead, I'm going to sell it and take all the other bridesmaids on a vacation with me while I recuperate and try to forget you.
p.s. You're a real ass hole.