I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.
On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.
We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.
Our chat histories were eerily similar.
[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]
[But what about him/her? What should I do?]
Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]
Me: [Pay me some compensation.]