Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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And let's crack on with today's first story. Much love guys. So this story is from a throw away account.

Titled, My Best Friend 29 won't speak to me since I, 29, got engaged two months ago.

And of course, it comes with an update.

So as the title suggests, my best friend has not spoken to me since the beginning of December.

Molly, name changed and I met three years ago on social media.

We had been following each other because we have similar interests and live in the same town.

One day she messaged me asking me to be friends and the rest is history.

I was very excited because I don't have many friends and it was so

nice to have so many things in common. I already knew Molly's long-term 10 years boyfriend, Tony,

because he is a semi-popular musician in our town. Molly is an angel of a human being, hardworking,

caring, a real catch, honestly. I would frequently joke to

Tony that if he wasn't going to put a ring on it soon, I would, and that leads me to this

whole disaster. As I mentioned, Tony is a fairly well-known musician in our town. He is also known

as an overgrown 12-year- old. He is basically your annoying little

brother, just taller with facial hair. I don't dislike the guy at all. He is very talented

and fun to be around in small doses. Do I see what Molly sees in him? No, absolutely not. He

farts and burps at the dinner table, insists on blasting while we're trying

to have conversations, sleeps until 3pm, is unnecessarily loud, demands Molly to cook for him

three meals a day, has never unloaded a dishwasher or cleaned the thing in his life, etc.

Molly is way out of his league, honestly. Yet Yet she loves him and thinks the sun shines out of his

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