Greta and I were inseparable for over a decade—through heartbreaks, midnight snacks, and every life milestone. So when she asked me to be her maid of honor, I was touched. “You’re my person,” she said. But things shifted at the dress fitting. She became cold, distant, and even made a snide remark about not needing to worry about colors when you’re not the center of attention.

I brushed it off as wedding stress. Then, on her wedding day, I was stopped at the door. “The bride says you’re not welcome,” the coordinator told me. When I begged Greta to explain, she sneered: “Anyone trying to ruin my wedding isn’t invited.” Days later, she finally met me for coffee.

Her reason? I’d lost weight without asking her first. She accused me of trying to steal attention… and her ex, Brian. “You knew he liked you. You did this on purpose.”I was stunned. Her jealousy had twisted into cruelty. Then she said the most shocking thing: “If you put the weight back on, you can stay in my life.” That’s when I walked away for good.

Weeks later, feeling strong and free, I invited her to a double date just for fun. I showed up glowing in a sapphire dress. My date? Brian.The look on Greta’s face was priceless. She exploded in public and stormed off, friendship officially over. As Brian squeezed my hand and asked if we could try a real date this time, I smiled. “I’d like that.”