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Fools rush in

where angels fear to tread...

I've heard that proverb about a hundred times and it failed to sink in.

Until recently that is.

A friend of mine has been dating somebody for quite a while now and while we haven't had much of an interaction, I've always thought of her boyfriend and me getting on qite well with quite a few things in common.

I don't think so anymore. Especially not after a recent night, when his first words on seeing me there blatantly made me feel like an outsider. He completely ignored me. Replied to my attempts at conversation with one word answers and just generally excluding me out of everything.

And I am upset. More than most people think. I love my friend very much and she's one of my favourite people in the world. But a boyfriend who behaves this way always throws a spanner in the works.

We'll see how it goes.


SMM said…
I'm guessing he's jealous of your closeness with her or that he's extremely possessive and wants to break off her ties with close friends slowly so that she becomes more and more dependant on him. Seen that happen alot. Be there for your friend and try meeting her when he's not around me advises or you'l get into a an arguement with him and he'l make your friend choose b/w the two of you.

Typical Indian MCP mentality you see.
i just hope he has a legit reason because if that is his general nature..then I don't think your friend will be happy in the long run. Good friends are our extended family and their friends are important. your being upset is totally justified.
Gentle Whispers said…
@ SMM: I hope it doesn't come to that.

@ A: Exactly! Anyway, I rarely meet him, so it ought to be fine.
Homecooked said…
:( Maybe he had a tiring day at work that day...cos you felt comfortable with him other times,right?

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