I couldn’t disagree.
“Did anything happen?” I asked James, hoping that my husband would be open and honest with me.
“During the s’more incident, she said that she wished that her relationship with Matthew was more like ours. That’s it.
I think she was embarrassed when she realized what she had said. That’s about it.”
All of this just because of a drunken thought?
I was absolutely puzzled.
In the end, I went to Jade’s wedding by myself — it was a decision that weighed heavily on me. But James had encouraged me to do it.
“I know you’re hurt,” he said.
“But you should go. At least go for the years of friendship that you guys shared. It’s important, Evie.”
I wore one of my own dresses, discarding the role of bridesmaid.
Jade knew exactly what she had done. She should be grateful that I was at her wedding at all.
“Besides, your entire family is invited,” James said. “Go and gossip about people’s outfits with your gran.”
It was a beautiful ceremony, and although our friendship was on a steady decline, I was glad that Jade had found her person.
Even if she wanted him to be a bit more like my husband.
Reflecting on the situation, I’m left trying to understand the dynamics of friendship and the pain of feeling betrayed by someone you thought knew you better than anyone else.
After the wedding, James picked me up and we went for ice cream and waffles.
“Are you glad you went?” he asked me.
“I’m glad it’s over,” I said.
Even now, I’m not sure if I was referring to the wedding or our friendship.
What would you have done?
