My best friend, Greta, got engaged at the end of last year and asked me to be her maid of honor. I was super happy and of course said yes. We’d been friends since middle school, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else standing beside her on her big day. We immediately started planning, looking at venues, and discussing color schemes. I felt so involved and excited for her. She seemed happy too, bouncing ideas off me and constantly thanking me for my help. I even started researching DIY decorations, hoping to save her some money where I could. Everything felt perfect, like a fairytale in the making. I was envisioning us laughing during the planning process, crying happy tears at the ceremony, and dancing the night away at the reception. I was ready to put my heart and soul into making her wedding day the best day of her life. Little did I know, a storm was brewing beneath the surface, one that would ultimately destroy our friendship and leave me completely devastated.
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This past weekend, we were bridesmaid dress shopping, and Greta was acting kinda weird towards me, giving me weird looks and talking over me. The other two bridesmaids didn’t seem to notice, so I just figured she was stressed and let it go. Maybe she was overwhelmed by the dress choices or worried about sticking to the budget. I tried to be understanding and supportive, offering to help her narrow down the options and reassuring her that everything would work out. We usually hang out after stuff like that, so I asked her if she wanted to go to my place or hers, and she literally scoffed and said she was just going home. Still, I brushed it off, thinking she was just tired and needed some space. I reminded myself that weddings are stressful, and sometimes people act out of character when they’re under pressure. I told myself that things would go back to normal soon, and that our friendship would weather this little storm.
Then the day of the wedding comes. I show up to the venue, excited to see Greta and help her get ready. But as I approached the entrance, the wedding coordinator stops me and says [“I’m not allowed in.”]. She said the bride made it CLEAR they can’t let me in under any circumstances. I was stunned, completely speechless. I asked her if she was serious, if there was some kind of mistake. But she just repeated her instructions, her face devoid of any emotion. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. Had I done something wrong? Had I offended Greta in some way? I couldn’t think of anything that would warrant such a drastic reaction.
Greta’s ex was there too and gave me this super weird look like he knew something, so I wanted to ask him what the hell was going on, but before I could I got literally ESCORTED out. Two burly security guards grabbed me by the arms and physically removed me from the property. I was humiliated, mortified, and completely heartbroken. People were staring, whispering, and pointing. I felt like I was in a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up. All the joy and excitement I had felt leading up to the wedding evaporated, replaced by a crushing sense of betrayal and confusion. I wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, but I was too shocked and overwhelmed to do anything but let them lead me away.
A few days later, I feel super sad still because we were friends for years, and she gave me zero explanation. So I ask Greta to meet for coffee and talk. She actually comes and tells me to my face she KICKED ME OUT of her wedding because I was [“SLEEPING WITH HER FIANCÉ.”].
I was **SHOCKED**. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I would NEVER do that to her, or anyone. I was so flustered, I asked her who told her that, and she said [“HER FIANCÉ HIMSELF.”]. Apparently, he confessed a few days before the wedding. I was so hurt that she would believe HIM over me, her best friend for over a decade.
We are no longer friends and I am still in utter disbelief. I never even looked at her fiancĂ© that way. I don’t even know how to process this. The worst part is, now I’m being ostracized by our mutual friends, who all seem to believe his lies. My reputation is ruined, and my heart is broken. I lost my best friend, and I’m being painted as a villain for something I didn’t even do. How am I supposed to move on from this?
