Caught

Here is the story as I understand it:

Friend A has had a crush on Boy for a period of six months (give or take a few). Friend A has kept Friends B and C updated on her feelings during that time. Friend B begins to develop feelings for Boy. Friend B flirts with Boy. Friend B tells Friend A that she would like to date Boy. Friend A is blindsided and hurt, but she tells Friend B that it is okay to pursue a relationship with Boy. Friend B begins dating Boy within the week. Friend A still feels hurt and angry and talks with Friend C about what is going on. Friend B has fallen in love with Boy quickly and feels bitter about Friend A's response. Friend B expresses her frustration to Friend C.

Many women have been in Friend C's position before. Now I am Friend C. Friends A and B are my closest friends. I am also a six on the enneagram. One characteristic of sixes is that loyalty and security are very important to them. I can be loyal to Friends A and B in this scenario, but I can't feel very secure in both relationships at the same time considering the current turmoil. 

Friends A and B are both asking me for advice. They are both hurt and angry. I think it is possible for them to overcome this hurdle in their friendship, but they may need space from each other in the meantime. On the other hand, I worry that if they take space from each other their friendship will be over for good.

What should I tell them? Can I continue being close friends with both of them, or do I need to pick a side? Feel free to comment below with any advice.

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