Sooooo long ago, but worth telling. I was 19, we’d been together 3 years.
I organised my uni boyfriend’s 21st party (together with his mum). He had no choice but to give me the contact details for all his uni friends group so I could invite them.
Party went very well, until I gave a speech about him. Lots of strange expressions on the uni friends’ faces, especially one girl’s face.
She rang me the next week and told me she’d been his girlfriend for 18 months! I eventually asked her why she hadn’t come up to me at the party- she said he convinced her I was a delusional stalker who had made up everything in the speech (yeah, stood right beside his parents?!).
It was amazing he got away with it for so long, he must have thought he had magical powers. We both visited him at his house several times a week, he never hid calls or answer-phone messages. He had 3 casual jobs, so it was never strange that, say, Valentine’s dinner was delayed a couple of days (for one of us!).
He was no looker, nothing special in any way. Just a normal guy, with two exceptional, intelligent, lovely women as full-time girlfriends. And a whole lot of luck.
We both dumped him the day we finally spoke, and slowly became very good mates! I was her bridesmaid 3 years later... 