My Best Friend Of 15 Years Thinks My Boyfriend Is Her Soulmate. She Crashed His Family Dinner And Refused To Leave. Am I Losing My Best Friend Or My Mind?

Building the Case

Lincoln had us write detailed statements on his computer, typing out exactly what happened with dates and times for everything we could remember. Alex had to describe the first time Jasmine showed up at his gym, how he felt when he saw her on the treadmill next to him even though there were 20 empty machines.

He typed slowly, stopping every few sentences to take a breath, and I could see his hands shaking slightly over the keyboard. I wrote about the night she called me crying, the presentation she made with the social media analysis, the moment she grabbed my phone to talk to Alex directly.

Lincoln asked specific questions about each incident, like did anyone else witness this? Did you tell her explicitly to stop? Did you feel threatened or afraid?

Some of the questions felt obvious, but Lincoln said courts needed everything spelled out clearly, no assumptions about what someone meant or felt. Alex got to the part about Jasmine joining his second gym after he switched and he stopped typing completely for a minute.

I watched him stare at the screen before he finally wrote that it made him feel violated, like nowhere was safe, like she was always going to find him no matter what he did. Lincoln nodded and said that was exactly the kind of detail the judge needed to hear.

By the time we finished, my back hurt from sitting in the same chair and Alex looked completely drained. Lincoln printed everything out and had us review it one more time then sign at the bottom of each page.

He said he’d file the petition for an emergency restraining order first thing Wednesday morning and we should expect Jasmine to be served with papers within 48 hours of that.

That afternoon my phone rang while Alex and I were eating sandwiches in my car outside a gas station. It was Myra and she sounded upset before she even said hello.

She told me Jasmine had shown up at her apartment that morning crying and saying Alex got his family to threaten her with lawyers. Myra said, “Jasmine claimed we were ganging up on her because Alex didn’t want to admit his feelings publicly and his parents were helping him hide the truth.”

I could hear the uncertainty in Myra’s voice like she was starting to question the version Jasmine had been telling everyone. She asked me directly if that was true, if Alex’s family really threatened Jasmine.

I told her, “No Jasmine trespassed at their house during Sunday dinner and they called the police which was not a threat but a legal response to someone breaking the law.”

Myra went quiet for a few seconds and when she spoke again her voice was different, smaller. She said she was starting to realize the version Jasmine told her might not be accurate.

She mentioned little things that hadn’t made sense, like how Jasmine said Alex texted her constantly but could never show the actual texts, or how the timeline of events kept shifting depending on when Jasmine told the story. I felt this mix of relief that Myra was finally questioning things and anger that it took this long.

That Jasmine got to control the narrative for weeks while Alex and I dealt with actual stalking. I told Myra I would send her everything, all the evidence we just gave to Lincoln.

I pulled over into a parking lot so I could focus and started forwarding screenshots of Jasmine’s text to Alex. The ones where she said I gave permission for them to date, the ones where she asked him to meet her after he’d already said no.

I sent the security incident reports from Alex’s office that documented both times they escorted her out. I sent the police report from Sunday with the officer’s notes about Jasmine refusing to leave the property and claiming she was there to talk to her boyfriend which Alex had to correct by saying he’d never dated her.

Losing Friends and Finding Truth

Myra didn’t respond for almost 10 minutes and I sat there watching the three dots appear and disappear on my phone screen. Finally, she called me back instead of texting.

She said she felt sick that she doubted me, that she’d actually wondered if maybe I was being controlling or jealous like Jasmine suggested. She admitted Jasmine’s story had inconsistencies but her certainty made it believable.

The way she could describe these elaborate scenarios with so much detail that it felt like they must have happened. Myra said she should have asked more questions, should have talked to me and Alex directly instead of just accepting Jasmine’s version.

I told her it was okay, even though part of me was still angry because I understood how convincing Jasmine could be when she believed her own delusions so completely. Myra said three other friends from our group wanted to apologize and hear the real story directly from me.

She suggested we meet at the coffee shop on Main Street the next day, somewhere public and neutral. I felt this weird mix of emotions, relief that they were finally listening but also frustration that it took lawyers and police reports for them to take this seriously.

I agreed to meet them at 2:00 in the afternoon. After I hung up, Alex reached over and squeezed my hand.

He didn’t say anything but I could see in his face that he felt the same complicated mixture of vindication and exhaustion. The next day I walked into the coffee shop and saw Myra sitting at a big table in the corner with three other friends from our group.

They all looked uncomfortable, shifting in their seats and not quite making eye contact when I first sat down. I opened my laptop and pulled up the timeline I’d created for Lincoln, every incident with dates and descriptions.

I turned the screen so they could all see and started walking them through it chronologically. Their faces changed as they read, going from uncertain to shocked to horrified.

When they got to the text where Jasmine claimed I gave her permission to date Alex, Myra actually gasped. She said Jasmine had told them Alex sent that message to Jasmine as a test to see if she’d actually meet him, which was the complete opposite of reality.

I showed them Alex’s response where he forwarded Jasmine’s message to me immediately asking if she was having a breakdown. One of the other friends, a girl named Sarah, put her hand over her mouth and shook her head.

Another friend admitted that Jasmine had been privately messaging each of them with slightly different versions of events. Sarah said Jasmine told her that Alex confessed feelings during a work event but told Myra that he’d shown up at her apartment and told someone else that they’d been secretly texting for months.

None of them had compared notes until now because Jasmine specifically asked each person to keep their conversations private, saying she was embarrassed and didn’t want everyone knowing her business.

They realized now that she’d been manipulating them by controlling the information flow, making sure nobody could piece together that her stories didn’t match. A third friend, a guy named Marcus, said Jasmine had asked him to spy on me and report back what I was saying about Alex.

He’d thought it was weird at the time but Jasmine framed it like she was worried about me and wanted to make sure I was okay. He said he felt like an idiot now for not seeing through it.