“My best friend of 37 years asked me to take ONE LAST picture together during the holidays, as friends. When I asked her why she said ‘last’, she

an answer.

 

Because betrayal isn’t just about discovering that your best friend had an affair with your husband.

 

 

For me, the most painful part was something else.

 

For twelve years, every single day, they both had the opportunity to tell me the truth.

 

And every single one of those days, the two of them chose to remain silent.