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I refuse to attend my best friend's wedding because she's pregnant and getting married to my ex.

There's a lot to unpack.

So two major parts of my life converged recently and I'm just devastated and questioning pretty much all my actions.

Hence why I'm posting here because I may be acting

awful to two people I love dearly. By the way, this comes from brokenhearted, and if you want to

submit your own stories, go to R-slash-Hocay Storytime Separate. Part one is Tammy. My best friend since

elementary school, she's literally my sister. We have done pretty much everything together, same

college, same dorm, roommates,

confidants, sloppy wasted mates, you name it. I love her so much. Part two is Gregory,

my college boyfriend. I love him as well, but we just could never make things work. Had one of those

hot mess relationships, which are a combination of torture and bliss. We have dated off and on since

freshman orientation. All of us are 27 now, but usually end up in flames. I always loved him so much that I hoped we'd mature and be able to make things work. He moved to a different city after college, but we stayed in touch, sent flirty texts, and even went on vacation twice. We got along great as long as we both had our own places to retreat to, if that makes sense. All along, we both had dating lives, and to be fair, I never told them about my long-term idea that we'd be together. A year ago, Tammy moved to a city about 30 minutes away from Gregory. She was having a really hard time meeting people, so I told her since she knew Gregory so well, she should call him up and see if he can introduce her to his group of friends. She did, and I knew she was much happier. About three months after that, the flirty text from Gregory just stopped out of the blue, which isn't that big of a deal because it's happened before, but looking back, I should have known what was coming. Tammy just came home for the weekend and said she was making a special trip just to see me. Of course, I was super excited to see her. She came over, and she just seemed a little off. First, she told me she was pregnant. After we got past the shock and established she was happy in keeping the baby, I was elated to be an aunt. Then she said there's more, and this is really hard. I about passed away when she said the baby is Gregory's. She apologized and said she was so sorry. They had just hit it off and they didn't mean to do anything to hurt me. And they even tried breaking up for my sake, but they just realized there was too much attraction and they started dating. She hadn't planned on getting pregnant, but now that she is, they are getting married. She said she hoped this didn't hurt me and she always dreamed about me being her maid of honor. And there's no one else she could ever ask. I tried to keep my cool, but I just lost it. I wasn't mad at her, just really, really sad. I told her that I loved her, but I just couldn't be around her right now,

and no way I could even go to their wedding, let alone be in the wedding party. She said she was

sorry about a million times as she was leaving, and she texted me quite a bit wanting to see me

before she left town on Sunday. I just couldn't do it. I literally cried all weekend. Here's the thing.

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