No Ransom For A Ruined Marriage

Summary

My husband’s best friend has zero concept of boundaries.

She would routinely drink from his water glass, claiming "real friends don’t care about germs." She would knock on our bedroom door at two in the morning wearing nothing but a slip, claiming she needed her "bestie's strong shoulder" to soothe her anxiety. But the most absurd part? Every time my husband and I wanted some intimacy, it felt like we had to submit a formal request and wait for her to sign off on it.

I cried, I fought, I screamed.