Ex best friend

So I had this friend who I did EVERYTHING with. We went to our first one direction concert together, we celebrated each other’s birthdays together, even had Easter together. We’d been friends since kindergarten. She was going to be my maid of honor and I was going to be hers. But after a while I started to realize that keeping this friendship was more draining that rewarding. First I heard that my boyfriend of four years was going to propose to me. When I told her about it she said we were “too young”.... I was 17 and he was 18. We were each others firsts and so so in love (we still are obviously). So I was like um okay....

Whatever. He still proposed after my birthday last year. So I’m engaged at 18 and couldn’t be happier. He’s definitely the man of my dreams, we live together and have a puppy together. It’s everything I could ask for.

So, moving on. She then proceeds to tell me that her and her boyfriend of two years is going to propose to her. I was like omg yay! Unlike her “oh you’re too young” bullshit. Because I was genuinely excited! She’s also only 18. But by now my fiancé does not like her very much. She’s ditched me multiple times for people who would rather spend their time smoking pot than having a genuinely good time all the while keeping it a secret that she’s smoking from her super anti-pot fiancé. Cute.

So here I am supporting her. Telling her she should tell her fiancé who is in the military so he isn’t home. She finally does all is well with them but I’m still not okay. My fiancé is gone doing mason work on job site and I ask her multiple times if she can come stay the night with me since she’s working in the town I have an apartment in and it’s closer to the college she goes to. But no no no absolutely not. So we haven’t hung out for months.

Time goes by we talked about it we’re good. So my fiancé and I have decided that since we’ve been together for almost five years we’re ready to have a baby. We’re young, yes, but I don’t think about these things for like two seconds and say okay let’s go. I take time and take everything into consideration when I decide on shit like this. This is life changing you know. So I tell my best friend and she is NOT HAPPY FOR ME IM LIKE WTF!

She goes off about how I’m not mentally stable and how John isn’t ready as if she’s been around to know all of this. Now I’m like okay wtf. My fiancé is really not about her now he’s like she’s not a good friend. This isn’t the worst part. She then proceeds to tell someone else about this (while we were keeping it relatively secret) who then tells one of my friends. Apparently this other friend was being a real ass about my decision. So I confront her and she first lies and says she didn’t tell anyone then she changes her story when I have proof. So now I’m just done. She’s not a good friend im obviously not her best friend. It’s cool.

Fast forward to now my fiancé and I are still trying, six months this next month... my body was fucked up due to being on the pill for four years. Come to find out this ex best friend is now three months pregnant.

Here’s my conspiracy theory on this.... she planned it. It takes three months for your body to get back to normal (usually not in my case though). So we’ve been trying for six months, she gets off the pill when I tell her we’re trying, gets pregnant, and boom. Here we are.