My Best Friend Ignored Me After I Missed Her Wedding — Until Her Husband Called Drunk
Part 2
Dan groaned and reached for his phone in the dark.
He squinted at the bright screen and let out a confused sigh.
The caller ID clearly showed Craig’s name.
It was well past midnight, and Craig had never called Dan directly before.
Dan answered the call with a cautious greeting.
Instantly, a barrage of slurred, aggressive screaming erupted from the tiny speaker.
Craig was completely intoxicated and practically frothing at the mouth.
Accusations of sabotaging the entire wedding weekend poured out of the receiver.
The slurred insults painted a picture of a terrible, selfish monster entirely unworthy of Brenda’s grace.
Dan threw off the covers and slammed the speakerphone button, his jaw locked tight.
The silence of our bedroom fractured completely under the weight of Craig’s drunken tirade.
Eighty thousand dollars of wasted expenditures became a weapon wielded with sloppy precision.
A pathetic excuse for a friend was the kindest label offered during the rant.
My fingernails dug crescent moons into my palms as the sheer volume of his slurred insults rattled the bedside lamp.
A sharp, demanding question about my absence sliced through the suffocating darkness of our bedroom.
I pulled the heavy duvet up to my chin, my entire body rigid and shivering against the mattress.
Craig slurred his words, barely able to string a coherent sentence together through his rage.
He yelled that Brenda had been crying for days because her perfect wedding was a disaster.
Dan’s jaw tightened as he firmly told Craig to stop disrespecting his wife.
Craig ignored the warning and continued to hurl insults at me.
He said I was a horrible mother for using my child as an excuse to avoid my duties.
That particular comment felt like a physical blow to my chest.
Ten years of bending over backward for this woman had culminated in this precise moment.
Sacrificing my own peace of mind to cater to her endless demands suddenly felt entirely worthless.
To hear her fiance speak to us with such venom was absolutely shattering.
Dan calmly asked Craig to lower his voice and explain what had actually happened.
That was when Craig slipped up in his drunken rage.
A heavy, ragged breath preceded his admission that they were completely alone and humiliated in their hotel suite.
He muttered something about every single local girl abandoning Brenda at the last possible minute.
Before Dan could press him for details on the disaster, Craig hung up the phone abruptly.
The dial tone echoed loudly into the silent bedroom as Dan and I exchanged a long, bewildered look.
I sat there with a cold, terrifying realization washing over me.
Why was the groom calling us in tears on his wedding weekend, entirely alone and humiliated, if everything was going perfectly for them?
Part 3
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