...calls you to tell you she is now the girlfriend of your exboyfriend.
I handled it well, for the most part. My first reply, though, was: I knew this would happen. You love to stab me in the back.
She sat there silent, periodically telling me "because I like him" and other inane things - as if there aren't millions of other men in the area in which she lives. As if I never told her that I wouldn't want them to date. As if she'd never told me not to "fuck" her exboyfriend when she moved out of town. As if I never so much as even called him after she left. As if I never avoided her ex ex like the plague so I wouldn't betray my friend by conversing with the "enemy." As if I don't love her two daughters like they were my own. As if I didn't help her move and listen to her for years ramble incessantly about this boyfriend and that. As if I haven't been there through Thanksgivings and Christmases and child birthdays and going-aways. As if she never told me she loves me like family. As if we never cried and told each other how happy we were to be friends.
She dumped her current boyfriend (the now exfriend of her ex ex) to date my ex. Last night, I called her now-ex to commiserate. I think he was drunk. He was rambling. He was nasty. He asked me if I wanted to make out. He hung up on me twice. I couldn't sleep. I cried. Not for my ex. I don't have those kinds of feelings for him anymore. But for my friend, my sister, who I thought would never hurt me. And she did it so easily. So cleanly. Without ever saying she was sorry.
The worst part is that I knew she would - if given even half a chance.