Unmasking My Best Friend1
My friend, who started working right after school, married a wealthy man and became the envy of everyone in our social circle.
However, the guys she introduced me to for blind dates were all unattractive and low-quality men.
She would always say, “You shouldn’t be so picky. If someone wants you, just marry them!”
I never told her that I had started my own business and made a fortune.
At a celebration she threw for her newborn son, she publicly introduced me to a bald, divorced man with a kid.
I refused.
Frustrated, she asked if I was secretly interested in her husband instead.
I didn’t respond. I simply had my assistant fire her husband from the cushy job I’d given him at my company.
Since she had always seen me as a frenemy, I decided there was no point in continuing to pay her husband just to keep her happy.
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I had just signed a deal worth fifty million dollars when I noticed that I had missed dozens of calls from my “best friend,” Jane Marshall.
Curious, I called her back.
The moment she picked up, Jane’s voice was filled with frustration.
“You are so ungrateful! I was trying to help you by setting you up on dates, but you don’t answer my calls or texts. What’s wrong with you? All that education must’ve made you stupid!”
I responded with a few neutral sounds while opening her text. One look at the guy she set me up with made my stomach turn.
Did she think I was desperate?
The man in the picture had a face full of acne scars, and honestly, I was half-convinced I’d drop dead from shock.
Swallowing my annoyance – after all, she had just given birth – I declined politely. “I don’t think it’s a good match.”
Her response was even more hysterical. “Do you even know how old you are? You think you have options? A PhD means nothing – you’ll still end up popping out kids just like me. Look at me! I married up and skipped a few steps on the ladder. Men who make money don’t have to be handsome…”
Jane’s rant continued, and as she spoke, a wave of irritation washed over me. We had known each other for nearly thirty years, but for the first time, I felt real disgust.
I interrupted her. “So, in your mind, that’s all I deserve?”
“What’s wrong with him? Sure, his education is lacking, but he has a house, a car, and a decent business. Don’t be so superficial!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I hung up.
When she called again, I turned off my phone.