Greta and I had been best friends for over a decade—inseparable through every heartbreak, celebration, and late-night craving. When she got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor, I was touched and honored. But everything changed at the dress fitting.
Greta suddenly grew distant—cold, dismissive, even cruel. I chalked it up to wedding stress. Until the big day arrived… and I was barred at the door. The coordinator told me, flatly, that I wasn’t welcome. Greta appeared in her wedding dress and confirmed it to my face: “You were trying to ruin my wedding.” I was stunned. Humiliated. Heartbroken.
Later, she finally agreed to meet for coffee. That’s when the real reason came out: Greta resented me for losing weight. She accused me of “stealing attention,” hiding my progress under baggy clothes, and trying to “seduce” her ex—Brian—who she’d invited to the wedding. Her final ultimatum? “Put the weight back on, and you can stay in my life.”
That’s when I realized: our friendship had always been about her feeling bigger while I stayed small. So I walked away. A month later, I invited her to dinner—this time with Brian on my arm. The look on her face? Priceless. She exploded, called our friendship over. I smiled. “It was over a long time ago.” Now? I’m stronger, healthier, and free. Greta taught me a painful but powerful lesson: real friends don’t punish your growth.