a sight for sore eyes (sigh_butterfly) wrote in hall_of_shame,
a sight for sore eyes


I was sitting with a group of women the other night,when the subject of "friends who've stolen our men" came up. and a song by Dolly Parton, "Jolene,Jolene, Joleeeen ... I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man", whined on the radio as we dissed all the betraying bitches who'd ever crossed us. Every one of us had a tale to tell of how a supposed "friend" had made a move on, kissed or slept with a man who was supposed to have our name on his dog collar...

Finally, I asked the all-important question: "How many of you have done it to your friends?" There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Then, slowly, each of us thought back on our own histories. As one admission of guilt followed another, it turned out most of us had at some point betrayed a friend of ours – even if it never progressed beyond flirtation with her man.

Later that night I recalled my own first betrayal of my best friend. I'd been hanging out with her and her boyfriend, for months. He and I got on well – so well, in fact, that I sometimes wondered whether we'd make a better match than them. They seemed to argue a lot.

Then, one afternoon, he arrived at my house alone and told me he'd finished with her. He added that he'd always liked me and said he found talking to me far easier than he did with her. One thing led to another – and before we knew it, we were kissing, then fondling each other, then heading for my bedroom.

Needless to say, they made up the following day and all hell broke loose when he told her what had happened. She raged and cursed at me and we parted, never to talk again. That incident changed me irrevocably. It taught me an invaluable life lesson I still carry with me today: never step on your "sister's" turf...

It may sound like an obvious conclusion, but the truth remains that women often betray, humiliate and hurt each other – especially when a man walks into the room.
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