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My partner and I moved to a new city four years ago. He was recommended for a great job where the pay was good, and his skills as an accountant were much more relevant than in our hometown. We didn't know where we stood. Moving to a new place you don't know and being away from your family is always a little panicky. At first, it was tedious to adjust, but the city itself, with all it had to offer, made us fall madly in love with all its asphalt expanses.
Quickly, my partner began to interact with his co-workers to learn more about the city, its streets, avenues, corners, and centers. Having a job that made him move around a lot made it easier for him to adapt. I, on the other hand, adapted in another way; walking through the parks and main avenues, taking pictures with my phone since it was one of my passions.
My boyfriend managed to establish a friendship with a salesgirl from his work. She was very good at what she did; very shrewd and intelligent, but monstrously impulsive. The conversations between them about work gossip and witticisms often plagued me, but I had to put up with them, since I had no one else to talk to about anything else.
A strong friendship developed between the two of them; they were practically best friends. Many times, they would get lost at lunchtime and eat together. Sometimes my boyfriend would arrive very late in the evenings, and I would catch a glimpse through the door window when he would arrive, getting out of her car. Many times, it was very annoying to have to wait for him for dinner without receiving any warning messages.
It went on like that for many months, eventually, it became less tedious, However, I did not tolerate her very much; there was something about her impulsive personality that made me see her as a tiresome, unbearable, and rather tedious person. I don't want you to think that it was jealousy, because there was nothing like that with her, but a rather abrasive distrust in her absorbing way of being, so that the only thing that suffocated me was suffocation.
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I swallowed those feelings for myself because my boyfriend loved her as his sister, and my opinion of her wasn't going to change things. I got used to it. On that subject, my mouth was a lock and key. I tried to adjust to this new 'friend' even though she gave me a bad feeling, and I felt she was purposely excluding me from her conversations with my boyfriend. I thought this friendship would last for many years, until one night, I felt a great disturbance.
My boyfriend had arrived in her car, as usual, and at first I didn't think anything of it, until I heard screams that resounded even in the kitchen where I was. I jumped up to the door and peeked through the window to see what was going on.
“Why do you have to tell him everything?” shouted my boyfriend angrily.
“You're wrong, I haven't told him anything!” She retorted.
My boyfriend peppered her with more words that I almost didn't get to hear, but after a while, I knew what they were talking about.
“What we were talking about was supposed to stay just between us! Why do you have to tell our boss everything?” Exploded my boyfriend, and it was there that all was revealed.
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His best friend and co-worker was gossiping about him to the boss. My boyfriend's eyes were burning with anger. He raised his voice so high, even the neighbors could have heard him.
“Believe me, I didn't say anything!” She insisted, but logically my boyfriend didn't believe her.
“I should have listened to Janice, who told me that she suspected you were telling the boss everything, and that's why he knew so many things. Now everything was confirmed!”
My boyfriend slammed the car door shut and then hurried into the house. I opened the door for him, he walked past me without greeting me or looking at me, and then sprawled out on the couch.
“She's a liar! I should have listened to people about her!” he growled and then became engrossed in his cell phone. I went over to him and hugged him, then pressed his head to my chest and sighed.
“Did I ever tell you she wasn't trustworthy?” I asked, whispering against his temple.
“Yes, I should have listened to you, too,” he said and then fell onto my legs.
That friendship was never repaired again. For the next few months, my boyfriend and his former best friend were at war, until the waters were calmed by the intervention of superiors, and everything was balanced. After that, he never again became friends with anyone at work.
Mi pareja y yo nos mudamos a una nueva ciudad hace cuatro años. Él fue recomendado a un grandioso trabajo donde la paga era buena y sus habilidades como contador eran mucho más relevantes que en nuestra ciudad natal. No sabíamos a qué atenernos. Siempre da un poco de pánico mudarse a un nuevo lugar que no conoces y estar lejos de tu familia. Al principio, fue tedioso adaptarnos, pero la misma ciudad, con todo lo que ofrecía, nos hizo enamorarnos perdidamente de todas sus extensiones de asfalto.
Rápidamente, mi pareja comenzó a relacionarse con sus compañeros del trabajo, a conocer más de la ciudad, sus calles, avenidas, esquinas y centros. Al tener un empleo que lo hacía moverse mucho de un lado a otro, le hacía más fácil adaptarse. Yo, por otra parte, me adapté de otra manera; caminando por los parques y las avenidas principales, tomando fotografías con mi teléfono ya que era una de mis pasiones.
Mi novio logró establecer una amistad con una chica vendedora de su trabajo. Ella era muy buena en lo que hacía; muy sagaz e inteligente, pero monstruosamente impulsiva. Las conversaciones entre ellos sobre chismes del trabajo y las ocurrencias muchas veces me atosigaban, pero me tocaba soportar, ya que no tenía a más nadie con quien hablar de otra cosa.
Entre ellos dos, surgió una fuerte amistad; prácticamente eran mejores amigos. Muchas veces se perdían en la hora del almuerzo y comían juntos. A veces mi novio llegaba muy tarde en las noches y yo vislumbraba por la ventana de la puerta cuando él llegaba bajando del carro de ella. Muchas veces fue muy molesto tener que esperarlo para cenar sin recibir ningún mensaje de aviso.
Así fue por muchos meses, con el tiempo se volvió menos tedioso, sin embargo, yo no la toleraba mucho a ella; había algo en su personalidad impulsiva que me hacía verla como una persona pesada, insoportable y bastante tediosa. No quiero que piensen que eran celos; pues de eso no había nada con ella, pero si una desconfianza bastante abrasiva en su forma de ser tan absorbente, que lo único que me provocaba era sofocación.
Dichos sentimientos me los tragué para mí mismo, porque mí novio la quería como su hermana y mi opinión sobre ella no iba a cambiar las cosas. Me acostumbré. Con respecto a ese tema, mi boca era una cerradura con llave. Intenté adaptarme a esta nueva ‘amiga’ aunque me daba mala espina y sentía que me excluía de sus conversaciones con mi novio a propósito. Pensaba que esa amistad perduraría muchos años, hasta que, una noche, sentí una gran perturbación.
Mi novio había llegado en el carro de ella, -como de costumbre-, y al principio no le di importancia, hasta que escuché gritos que resonaron hasta en la cocina donde me hallaba. De un brinco, llegué hasta la puerta y me asomé por la ventanilla para ver qué pasaba.
“¿Por qué tienes que contarle todo?” Gritaba mi novio furioso.
“¡Te equivocas, no le he contado nada!” Replicó ella.
Mi novio la atiborró de más palabras que casi no alcancé a oír, pero después de un rato, supe de lo que estaban hablando.
“¡Se supone que lo que hablábamos nosotros quedaba solo entre nosotros! ¿Por qué tienes que contarle todo a nuestro jefe?” Explotó mi novio, y fue allí que se reveló todo.
Su mejor amiga y compañera de trabajo andaba de chismosa contando cosas de él al jefe. Los ojos de mi novio estaban ardidos de ira. Alzaba la voz tanto, que hasta los vecinos pudieron haberlo oído.
“¡Creéme, yo no dije nada!” Ella insistía, pero lógicamente mi novio no le creía.
“Debí hacerle caso a Janice, que me dijo que sospechaba que tú le contabas todo al jefe y por eso él sabía tantas cosas. ¡Ahora todo quedó confirmado!”
Mi novio cerró la puerta del auto con fuerza y luego se metió a la casa rápidamente. Le abrí la puerta, me pasó por al lado sin saludarme ni mirarme y luego se explayó en el sofá.
“¡Es una mentirosa! ¡Debí haberle hecho caso a la gente sobre ella!” Gruñó y luego se enfrascó en su celular. Yo me le acerqué y le di un abrazo, luego presionó su cabeza en mi pecho y suspiró.
“¿Alguna vez te dije que ella no era confiable?” Le pregunté susurrando sobre su sien.
“Sí, también debí haberte escuchado,” dijo y luego cayó sobre mis piernas.
Aquella amistad no volvió a repararse. Durante los meses siguientes, mi novio y su ex mejor amiga fueron protagonistas de una guerra, hasta que las aguas se calmaron por intervención de los superiores y todo quedó equilibrado. Luego de lo ocurrido, él ya no volvió a forjar amistad con alguien de su trabajo.
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