Bobby sighed. “Please don’t make this a big deal.”
“Oh, so I’m making it a big deal?
I just want to be clear: every groomsman gets a plus-one except for me?
Even Chris, who’s literally still swiping through Tinder as we speak?”
Bobby groaned. “I didn’t think you’d react like this.”
“How did you expect me to react?”
He didn’t answer.
And that silence was the loudest thing I’d ever heard.
I hung up.
I sat on my couch, gripping my phone, trying to process what just happened.
Julia walked in, kicking off her shoes.
“Hey, babe. What’s up?”
I looked at her, the woman I loved, the woman I had built a life with.
How the hell was I supposed to tell her that my best friend—the guy who used to crash on our couch, who toasted to our anniversary, who called her “family”—didn’t think she belonged at his wedding?
She saw my expression and sat beside me.
“What happened?”
I told her.
She listened, her face unreadable. When I finished, she simply nodded. “Okay.”
I frowned.
“Okay?”
“I mean, I’m not surprised,” she admitted.
“I’ve seen the way Claire’s parents look at me.”
My chest tightened. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
She shrugged.
“Because I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to choose between them and me.”
“But this isn’t a choice,” I said, my voice hard. “If Bobby’s okay with this, then he’s not who I thought he was.”
She reached for my hand.
“So… what are you gonna do?”
I had no idea.
For the next few days, I replayed the conversation in my head.
Bobby never reached out again. No apology. No reconsideration.
Then the group chat lit up: Suit fittings this weekend!
Can’t wait!
I stared at the message.
The same guys who had watched me and Julia build a life together. The same guys who, apparently, didn’t think this was a big deal.
That’s when I knew.
I sent one final message:
Hey guys, I won’t be at the wedding.
Hope it’s a great day.
The reactions came in almost instantly. Shock.
Confusion.
Bobby sent me a separate text:
Dude. You don’t have to do this.
Neither did you.
And that was it.
The wedding happened without me.
And for a while, I wondered if I made the wrong choice. If I should have just gone for Bobby’s sake.
If I was being too stubborn.
But then, something happened.
One by one, the guys reached out.
Some admitted they felt weird about it but didn’t know how to speak up. Some apologized for not supporting me.
A few even said they respected my decision.
And Bobby?
We haven’t spoken since.
Losing a best friend sucks. But you know what sucks more?
Realizing they were never really your friend to begin with.
Because a real friend wouldn’t have asked me to leave my partner behind to make someone else comfortable.
A real friend would’ve fought for me the way I always fought for him.
And if standing by Julia meant losing Bobby?
Then Bobby was never worth keeping.
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