Page 50 of Falling for my Best Friend

On top of that, she lied to me about not having her wallet at least once. Maybe it was an accident. Or more likely, she thought I was a cash cow and would rob me of any money I had now and any wealth I managed to build in the future.

What’s more, she hated my best friend with a passion. That alone was probably reason enough, especially considering that Lucy was super sweet and always had my best interests in mind.

Most of all though, she didn’t love me. She said she did, but love was more than saying sorry with blowjobs. A whole lot more. It had to be.

And I wasn’t blind. Chelsea didn’t go out of her way to flirt with me like she did when we were first going out. She was fun and carefree then. That’s what attracted me to her. She was focused and passionate and thoughtful.

But that wasn’t the Chelsea I was sharing my bed, my life, and my car with these days. She’d changed, and not for the better.

And maybe I’d changed, too. Either way, it was becoming increasingly clear that the ways in which we were changing weren’t complementing each other. On the contrary, we were probably bringing out the worst in one another.

And last but not least, I was obviously a huge disappointment to her.

Not that she would ever admit it, but when she met me I was an athlete, and not just an athlete, but a star. I was going places, places she wanted to go, places she wanted to be seen. And in my heart, I knew that my personal setback wasn’t one she was prepared to cope with. She’d done her best, but the truth was that neither of us was the person we were when we got together initially.

And whether or not she was sabotaging our relationship on purpose or only subconsciously, there was very little left to salvage, and even less to fight for.

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