{"id":1577,"date":"2011-08-07T17:56:17","date_gmt":"2011-08-07T15:56:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/?p=1577"},"modified":"2011-08-07T17:56:17","modified_gmt":"2011-08-07T15:56:17","slug":"so-i-fell-in-love-with-my-exs-best-friend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/2011\/08\/so-i-fell-in-love-with-my-exs-best-friend\/","title":{"rendered":"So I fell in love with my ex&#8217;s best friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So I fell in love with my ex&#8217;s best friend&#8230; while we were still in the relationship and before he became &#8216;the ex&#8217;. I was with &#8216;N&#8217; for eight miserable months: he was a nasty little man and<br \/>\nan abusive alcoholic, who at 42 had become so bitter about life, so resentful of anyone else&#8217;s happiness, and so filled with hatred that you would have sworn he was an old man who had spent his life in the gutter. Then there was &#8216;P&#8217;&#8230; well the fact that he looked like the early Hollywood actor Robert Taylor didn\u2019t hurt \ud83d\ude42 but it was his character and demeanor that really<br \/>\ngot me. He was intelligent, educated, cultured, and refined. He spoke to me properly, adult-to-adult the way grown ups should speak to one another. He was respectful, and not in a fawning,<br \/>\nfalse way but genuinely respectful &#8211; of himself and others. And he was a gentleman\u2026 in truth, he was the very antithesis of \u2018N\u2019 Days, and weeks, and months dragged on and I found myself slowly but surely confronted with the fact that my relationship with \u2018N\u2019 was doomed and had been from the start.<br \/>\nI had already become aware that I I was falling in love with \u2018P\u2019 and although I knew such feelings weren\u2019t \u2018right\u2019 I never regretted them: they were what got me through; what made it possible to bear the deep stress of having to walk away from \u2018N\u2019 for my own mental health and general wellbeing. I clung to them and held tight to them as the survivor of a shipwreck does to floating debris, to keep from drowning in turbulent waters.. I cherish them to this day because they \u2018saved\u2019 me from the very real threat of believing the \u2019noise\u2019 coming out of someone else\u2019s mouth that I was useless, worthless, hard to love, a whore, etc, blah blah.<br \/>\nThis all happened thirteen years ago now, and I still think about \u2018P\u2019 and still hold the same feelings for him.<br \/>\nI NEVER told him how I felt or ever let on to anyone what had happened &#8211; to this day he doesn\u2019t know and he never will. I do not need him to: it is enough for me that I know\u2026 that my capacity to actually fall deeply in love with a man at such a crucial point in my life reminded me I was a woman,<br \/>\nand helped me be strong enough to break free of an abusive relationship.<br \/>\nNow that I am older I have one regret: that I did not drop \u2018N\u2019 like a hot potato the very moment I laid eyes on &#8216;P&#8217; and pursue him for all that it was worth! But, then my life would have been in danger of a happy ending, and how boring would that have been! \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p><b>(Screen) Name<\/b>: RanKuoRen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I fell in love with my ex&#8217;s best friend&#8230; while we were still in the relationship and before he became &#8216;the ex&#8217;. I was with &#8216;N&#8217; for eight miserable months: he was a nasty little man and an abusive alcoholic, who at 42 had become so bitter about life, so resentful of anyone else&#8217;s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1577"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1577"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1577\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1608,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1577\/revisions\/1608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.love-sessions.com\/confessions\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}