Tumblr Reblog : Since She Left.

Every girl has that one friend, you know the one. She’s usually not as good looking as your girlfriend, but she’s OK. She’s maybe a year younger, and she’s always calling your girlfriend. This girl is commonly known as your girlfriend’s Best Friend. And your girlfriend will tell her everything.

My girl, her bestie was named Stef, a self proclaimed “Jewess” (and when she said the word she always emphasized the Jeeeew) who never stopped talking, unless my lady was talking about me. Which was, you know- fine. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed about, but there was always something naggingly odd about their interactions. I often wondered if Krazy(we’ll call my girlfriend, Krazy to protect the innocent) was telling Stef a little too much about our personal life, and that somehow I was being left out of the loop.

I also thought that they were fooling around, or had in the past, which also unsettled me.

And you know, I didn’t care if she told her how big my dick was or how well it worked, or if I snore in my sleep, or how much she really wanted to marry me. What I wanted to know if Stef was getting to know the shit that I was really curious about.

Did she really mean it when she laughed at my jokes?

Did the songs and poetry I wrote really impress her?

Was she happy when she woke up in the morning next to me?

I guess, really I just never trusted her enough to believe her when, and if I asked these things myself, because I was — I am insecure about those stupid intangibles. And it led me to resent Stef, and ultimately Krazy. And soon enough, that was the end of that.