For over a decade, Greta and I were inseparable. Through heartbreaks and milestones, we were like sisters. So when she asked me to be her maid of honor, I was overjoyed. But something changed during the dress fitting. Greta grew cold, dismissive. Then, on her wedding day, I was told I wasn’t welcome. In front of a stunned crowd, Greta accused me of trying to ruin her wedding. Humiliated and heartbroken, I left in tears, clueless as to what I had done.
Days later, Greta finally agreed to meet. I asked her for an explanation, and what she said left me speechless. She claimed I’d “stolen attention” by losing weight. Apparently, she saw my quiet transformation as sabotage, even accusing me of trying to attract her ex-boyfriend Brian, who was invited to the wedding. Her jealousy had turned our friendship into a battlefield.
Greta’s bitterness ran deep. “If you put the weight back on,” she said, “you can stay in my life.” That was the final straw. I walked away, realizing she never saw me as an equal—just someone to keep beneath her.
In the weeks that followed, I focused on myself—my health, confidence, and joy. Then I sent Greta a casual text: double date? She agreed.
She didn’t expect me to show up glowing… on Brian’s arm.
Greta exploded. Furious, embarrassed, she stormed out.
As she vanished, Brian asked, “Want to go on a real date?”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
Because I wasn’t shrinking anymore—not for anyone.
