Roasted Her for Years, Loved Her Always
Stack UpMarriageWinning Back the WifeBiasMistressBest FriendMelodramaticPlot Twists
My boyfriend, Wendell Lowe, has been complaining about my best friend, Carissa Chapman, for three years.
He hates the fact that she's loud, uploads too many selfies on her social media feed, and doesn't bother looking at the price whenever she's ordering food at a restaurant.
Every time a gathering is over, Wendell feels the need to talk smack about Carissa.
"Don't invite her to the next gathering in the future. She's so annoying."
I keep thinking that Wendell really dislikes Carissa. So when Carissa gets a new boyfriend, I quickly tell him the good news.
"Carissa has a boyfriend now. She won't be bothering us anymore."
But Wendell gets mad instead.
"Who's the guy? Is it the IT guy from her social circle? Isn't he the one who pulls OT every day? Can he even spend time with her?"
One week later, Carissa brings her new boyfriend, Gavin Ferguson, over to our gathering. Gavin keeps putting food on Carissa's plate, pouring her water, and dabbing the corner of her mouth for her.
Wendell, on the other hand, looks extremely stormy the whole time.
After the gathering is over, I comment, "Gavin is pretty decent. He's pretty caring toward Carissa."
Suddenly, Wendell stops in his tracks.
"He's just putting on an act. Carissa is the type who gets touched far too easily. She shouldn't be with a guy like him.
"If anything, she needs to find someone who really understands her. Someone who knows that she's terrified of the dark, doesn't eat cilantro, and often smiles and says that she's fine whenever she's sad."
The more Wendell speaks, the softer and shakier his voice becomes.
Under the streetlight, I notice how damp his lashes are. A tear soon slides down his nose bridge.
For the past three years, Wendell has been admonishing Carissa relentlessly. It turns out it isn't because he hates her.
I turn on my heel and walk in the other direction.
"You should seek her out. Don't take the detour this time."