My Best Friend Of 15 Years Asked To “Share” My Husband Because She Saw Him First. Then I Found Out She’s Been Stalking Him For 5 Years. What Should I Do Now?
The Indecent Proposal
My best friend demanded I share my husband with her because she had feelings for him before I even knew he existed.
“I’m in love with Leo and I want to share him,” my best friend Elena said during dinner with me and my husband Leo.
Leo and I looked at her like she was crazy. “What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Share him with me. I get him sometimes, you get him sometimes.” She said it like she was talking about splitting a subscription.
Leo put his glass down slowly and said, “Elena, that’s not happening.”
“Why not?” She looked genuinely confused. “I met you first. I’ve loved you longer. If anything, she should be sharing with me.”
I felt something cold run through my chest. She actually believed what she was saying. “You’ve never even dated him,” I said, because I was being nice.
Her voice went up. “I was being a good friend, and this is the thanks I get?” She turned to Leo. “Tell her. Tell her you’ve thought about me.”
“I haven’t,” Leo said.
“You have. You’re just too scared to admit it.” She reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. Leo yanked it back.
“Don’t touch me.”
“See?” She pointed at him. “That reaction, that’s not nothing. That’s passion.”
“That’s him being uncomfortable,” I said. “You don’t get to tell me what he feels.”
She was standing now, towering over us. “I have been waiting for 5 years. Five years of watching you have everything I deserve, and I’m still being generous. I’m still letting you keep him part-time.”
She hit the table hard. “Most women wouldn’t do that, Veronica. Most women would have just taken him. But I’m including you because you’re my best friend and I want us all to be happy. Just open your mind.”
I stood up. “No. This is insane and you need to leave right now or our friendship is over.”
She stared at me for a long moment, her jaw locked, and the anger drained out of her face until there was nothing left but cold. “You’re going to regret making me the enemy.”
She grabbed her purse and walked out without another word. The door clicked shut behind her. I can’t believe this is my life right now. Elena thinks she left us shaking. She thinks we’re too scared to move.
She has no idea Leo and I have been up for hours figuring out our next step. She’ll be back. I know how she operates, and when she shows up, my phone will be ready. I’m done being the friend who makes excuses for her.
Unwanted Deliveries
I’ll update you guys after her next move. Let’s just say she’s not going to like what’s waiting for her. Two days later, Elena showed up at our door with grocery bags.
I saw her through the peephole and my whole body tensed. Leo came up behind me and whispered, “Is that her?”
I nodded. We stood there for a moment, neither of us moving. She knocked again. “Veronica, I know you’re home. Your car’s in the driveway. I just want to talk.”
Leo shook his head at me. I agreed; we weren’t opening that door. “I brought groceries,” Elena called out. “All your favorites. The good yogurt. That fancy olive oil you like. I just want to apologize for how the other night went. I came on too strong.”
I looked at Leo. His jaw was tight. “Don’t,” he said quietly.
“I’m not,” I whispered back.
We stayed completely still. Elena knocked again, harder this time. “Veronica, come on. Don’t be like this. I’m trying to make things right. Just let me in so we can talk like adults.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. After what felt like forever, I heard her sigh through the door. “Fine. I’ll just leave these here. The yogurt needs to go in the fridge soon or it’ll go bad. I really hope you’ll think about what I said. I love you both. I just want us all to be happy.”
I heard the rustle of bags being set down, then footsteps walking away. I waited until I heard her car start and pull out of the driveway before I finally exhaled. Leo pulled back the curtain slightly and watched her go. “She’s gone,” he said.
I opened the door and looked down at the grocery bags. She’d bought everything. My favorite yogurt, Leo’s protein bars, the expensive olive oil we only get for special occasions. There was a little note tucked into one of the bags. I pulled it out and read it: I’m not giving up on us. Love, E.
I showed it to Leo. His face tightened. “We should throw all of this away,” he said.
“We should,” I agreed. “But we’re not going to.”
He looked at me, confused. “What do you mean?”
I picked up the bags and brought them inside. “Next time she shows up, we need proof. We need to record everything she says. If she’s going to keep pushing, we need documentation.”
