My [21 M] entire life just changed when I found out my girlfriend [20 F] of 4 years was cheating on me with my best friend.

This all only happened yesterday and it is the most mindboggling thing that I’ve ever had to comprehend. A little background:

My girlfriend and I had been together for just under 4 years. We’d had some spats and some mild issues with infidelity in the past (ill get to that) but all in all it’s been a good relationship for the start of my life as an adult. We liked eachothers families and knew eachother better than anyone.

One of my best friends, we’ll call him Pete [20 M] had been dating a girl, call her Eliza [21 F] for a little over 3 years. Their relationship was a little different because after highschool (we all graduated from the same school in the same year), she had to defect from her family (they were basically in a cult). Eliza made the brave decision to leave the culty family and try to live a normal life, which, for all this time, she did. Naturally, Eliza and I have become really close, and so to did my girlfriend and Eliza.

Now for what happened.

My family has been going to a beach house every summer (it’s currently summer here in upsidey-down lane) at a hidden little beach town since I was a baby. This year, most of my family couldn’t make it for one reason or another, so I asked my mother if she would mind if I filled in the blanks with some friends. She, of course, was fine with it, as my mother knows all my friends quite well. It was to be me, my girlfriend, Pete, Eliza and another [20 M] good friend of mine. (We’ll call him Harry because he’s important to my question).

Yesterday when we had finally all gotten together at the beach, everything was going well. Myself, Pete and Harry were down at the beach fishing (the beach is only a 30 second walk from the house itself). I turned around to make sure I wasn’t going to hook any children before I casted my line, and I saw Eliza storming down the beach in tears. She started screaming and all she managed to get out was “they’re cheating on us” over and over. At this point Pete starts trying to calm her down, but all that’s doing is making her scream more. Eventually Harry took Pete away so I could talk to Eliza (though that only worked for 10 seconds before Pete came back). She managed to tell me that she found Instagram messages on his phone from my girlfriend - videos of her masturbating while he sent back messages of encouragement. All I did was turn to him and ask if it was true, to which he simply answered yes. I went back up to the house where my girlfriend was sitting, reading on the couch. She seemed very confused by what’s going on. I asked her “what the fuck is wrong with you?” To which she had no response and then I simply said “Pete already admitted it, you have 5 seconds to do the same”. At this point, Eliza is screaming and throwing all of his crap out of their room, and my girlfriend just breaks down in horror and locks herself in our room.

Now, important to note is that this beach is a 4 hour drive from where we all live (big city in Queensland). And we had literally all just got there. Also, I should note that mid 2020 there was an incident between Pete and my girlfriend that we all chalked up to just drunken shenanigans. Nothing horrid but something about like “guys c’mon read the room that’s obviously not okay”. But since then, I never had any reason to suspect anything else was going on.

I picked the lock on the door to our room (one of those doors when you can put a small coin in the slit in the doorknob and just turn it) and asked her how long this had been going on for. She just said “too long” and kept crying. I told her to guess a number but she refused, and kept saying she didn’t know how many times/how long exactly. At this point, Pete is trying to calm Eliza to no avail. He said some shit like “I know. It’s a problem I have, it’s a disease”. I don’t know any doctors who diagnose “I have to keep trying to fuck my best friends girlfriend-itis” personally. I should note that Pete and I were super close. Like, pick them up from the airport and help them move close. At this point, I didn’t know who to be more mad at. While I was still processing, Pete simply got in his car with all his shit and drove off. That still left my girlfriend to deal with, and the only person who could help was Harry. I asked him to take my car and make the 4 hour drive to get her out of here. He, without hesitating, said yes. I went and told my girlfriend to get her shit and get in the car because Harry was taking her home. She obliged.

So that left just me and Eliza in the house, this wonderful beach house and we were left like that. My mother was a little ways up the beach at the time with our family friends who also stay at this beach every year. Safe to say that the holiday has been pretty well ruined.

As it stands, it’s the next morning, and I’m here with Eliza and my mother. Eliza literally has nowhere else to go (remember she doesn’t speak to her cult leader parents) - her entire life was invested in Pete. Harry texted me late last night telling me he’d dropped my girlfriend at her parents house; so at least she isn’t dead. He’s currently making the drive BACK up with a couple other guy friends to try and salvage the week.

We don’t know where Pete went. Nobody could get contact from him for a while, and his parents and brother were calling all of us to try and find him. A little later, his brother (who has always been a great friend to me) texted and told me he’s alive and safe, but will be spending some time alone.

And that’s pretty much it. I don’t really know or care if they ever did anything else. Eliza thinks she saw a message on the instragram about ‘the plan while we’re at the beach’. Makes me fucking sick thinking about the two people I trust more than anyone coming to my family’s secret holiday spot with that on their mind. The other complication is that Harry and my girlfriend are actually room mates. I trust Harry completely. He’s my “oh fuck I need to call somebody to get rid of this dead body” type friend - as in there is nothing I couldn’t ask him to do (as evidenced by him driving 4 hours yesterday to get rid of her). I refuse to lose Harry as a friend, but it’ll be difficult because their lease still has a good 9 months on it. I don’t know how he feels, I’ll have to talk to him today.

I don’t know what Eliza is going to do. I have a spare room that I’ve offered her until she figures things out (she and Pete were supposed to move into their new apartment in a couple weeks, but that’s obviously all over). I feel horrible for her because of the life she’s had up until this point, she really doesn’t deserve it.

So here I am, at my favourite vacation destination in the world, no girlfriend, no best friend. Just a couple of people who just had their whole lives changed (and my mother who is a queen and I would do anything for).

What the fuck do I do now?

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tl;dr found out girlfriend and best friend had been carrying a secret affair while we were all on holiday at the beach, have no idea what to do next.

Submitted January 10, 2021 at 03:17PM by thingsscottydoesknow https://ift.tt/3bspcvi