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.