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I've known my best friend for four years now, and I feel closer to him than anybody else in the world. We went to the same uni, we jumped through fucking hoops to get in a dorm together, and we even tried to get as many classes together as possible. Trouble is that his girlfriend also came to the same uni, and I barely saw him our first year because he spent all his time at her place. I failed my first year, but decided to stay with him and try to figure out where to take my life. We moved into an apartment off-campus this year, and I figured I'd see more of him since his girlfriend was now a 10 minute drive away, but she just spends 99% of her time here. I get to see him for maybe an hour at best a couple days a week before she shows up and locks his door. I usually don't hear anything from them until they ask about dinner, and once that's done with, I don’t see him again until the next day. It's made even worse by the fact that he allows her to give input on decisions about our apartment, including letting her redecorate the living room without even mentioning it to me first.
The real kicker is that they told me last week that they're engaged, but they don't want to actually get married or tell anybody else until they're done with college, which led me to the realization that that my half of the rent is basically hers. They picked out all the furniture for the living room before I could move in without consulting me. The place is littered with her shitty, unfinished knitting projects. The bathroom reeks of floral soaps and sprays that I’m allergic to. The only part of the apartment that I feel welcome in is my room.
I have to spend every day thinking about the fact that my best friend is across the hall with the woman he wants to spend his life with, while I’m a kissless virgin that failed school, can’t find a job, and is completely alone in an apartment with a person I’d take a bullet for, and I can’t tell anybody without betraying him.
