Perfect For Me

In middle school I met my best friend. We were complete opposites, but somehow we just fit and from the day we met, we were thick as thieves. Four years later I met the perfect girl. But he saw her first. Wanted her. Claimed her for himself. It never occurred to me to fight for her. Compared to my best friend, my life was ideal. Great parents, quarterback of the football team, lots of friends and even a brand new truck for my sixteenth birthday. The least I could do was back off and let him have the girl. Only it seemed she didn’t want him back. She wanted me.

Then he left. And despite the connection I knew we shared, he ended our friendship completely. The loss hurt, more than I could have imagined. We had shared so much, more than anyone ever knew. And when he left, she was there to help me heal from the loss of my very best friend. The perfect girl putting together the pieces of my broken heart and then stealing it for herself.

I always believed I would find my soulmate. But sometimes life has other plans and what you believe is not always what happens.

From the outside, our marriage seemed like the merging of two like-minded people. High school sweethearts, we followed each other to college and continued to build on our friendship and love for each other. She was beautiful and sweet and I was...well, I guess I was the boy next door. It made sense for us to take that next step and really everything seemed perfect.

This story is a fairytale.

Unfortunately, the ending is not what any of us expected. The perfect marriage that hid too many secrets to thrive. A friendship ripped apart too soon. Three people whose lives were weaved together in the most unexpected ways. And then the truth came out. And the truth? It blew apart everything we thought we knew.