Jealous of her husband to his best friend

 

When I was in my last year at the university, I met two girls. They made friends, were friends with the company - me, my own sister and these two girls. Then I met my future husband. I introduced him to her friends, and it seemed to me that some kind of spark flashed between him and one of these girls. It all started with the fact that on my birthday, she climbed to protect my husband (then still a boy) from the attacks of my sister's boyfriend. I myself could have done it, but I did not dare so as not to spoil the relationship with my sister. We are very friendly, and for her her boyfriend is the light in the window. My boyfriend loved her custody. He is generally a driven person by nature. And I think that I also attracted him precisely because I was a leader with him, led him along. Then we met with him and with my friends several times. And my boyfriend always showed sympathy for this girl. As if they had been friends for a long time. Then we got married. And then the first alarm bell sounded. She came to our wedding in a dazzling red dress, with a beautiful haircut. Despite the fact that I was a very beautiful bride, I felt like a gray mouse compared to her. The fact is that she is thin, and I am quite fat. And she is also a burning brunette, and my husband always liked these before meeting me. And I'm red. I was worried that I looked worse than her. We invited a photographer to the wedding. Everyone was photographed with us, newlyweds. We stood nearby. And when she came up, my newly baked husband happily invited her to stand between us to "shade" us. We both wore white. She was embarrassed, suffered some kind of delirium, and eventually stood next to me. And I realized that she was a threat to me. But, despite this, we continued to communicate. Then I got pregnant. When my husband and I invited friends to the dacha, she came. I prepared ahead of time for this visit and persuaded my husband to introduce her to his brother. But they didn't like each other. But then at the table, when my husband and I were arguing about who we would have, she interjected into our conversation. I wanted a girl, and my husband wanted a boy. We were told at the ultrasound that there would be a girl. I was in seventh heaven with happiness, and my husband grumbled that he did not want a girl. I was offended. And then she says that she would like a boy someday. And my husband replies to her: "So maybe I should divorce my wife and marry you?" He was already drunk, but still. She was embarrassed, blushed, turned away from us and began demonstratively talking to other guests. I had to adjust my husband's brains, that he embarrassed her, that this is not allowed. And then I decided that she would not be in my life. My husband did not like the second friend, they did not find a common language. And I decided that I would be friends with her, and that I would dare. When my daughter was born, I called my godmother to my second friend, but she did not call at all. She then came separately to congratulate me on the birth of a child, brought a gift. I was so happy at the time that I even allowed my husband to take her to the bus in the dark. I live in another locality, and she did not know the way. And then I stopped seeing her. The small child took up a lot of time, and I also continued to work remotely from home. She also worked and built her personal life. She had big health problems. From time to time we called each other. The second friend turned out to be a bad godmother, she rarely came. My husband constantly asked how that friend was doing, why she didn’t come to us, why we didn’t invite her to a barbecue, to a holiday. I came up with various reasons, they say, she can't, she doesn't want to. Then she invited my husband and me to her wedding. She was very beautiful at the wedding. I felt like a gray mouse again. I recovered greatly after giving birth and could not lose weight. My husband got drunk, and when he had to leave, he could not drive. She called us a taxi and a second driver to take our car too. While waiting for a taxi, my husband was trying to get behind the wheel and go, did not obey me. He looked at her with greedy eyes. She apparently noticed this and at a critical moment got into our car in the driver's seat, saying that she would not let my husband drive. He did not dare to argue with her and gave up.

Then she tried to be friends with families. Or, maybe, she also wanted to see my husband. She offered to celebrate the New Year together. I said that my husband will work, I will be alone, if you want, come. She didn't come. Either it seemed boring to her to go to another point with her husband and my child, or the purpose of the trip was my husband. Then she packed in to visit us alone. At first I agreed on a visit, and then I thought that it was not for nothing that she wanted to come. She wants to see my husband. And I told my husband that her plans had changed, no one would come. And she sent him with our daughter to clean up the cemetery in another city for the whole day. When she found out that I was waiting for her alone, and my husband and daughter left for the cemetery, she gave me a tantrum over the phone. She screamed that she didn’t know why I didn’t love her, that I didn’t want her to come to us on purpose, that I had sent my daughter on purpose. At that time, she was already aware that I had not invited her to the christening, and that my second friend was the godmother. She remembered that too. I denied everything, about the christening it was justified that there were only the closest ones, some relatives. I cannot understand what is in her soul. Or she is in love with my husband and wants to take him away. Or she just wanted to be friends, guessed about my jealousy and was offended for it. I don’t know how to deal with her. She calls me and writes for every holiday. I no longer write or call her. I hope that over time she will fall behind. If not, what should I do? I am very afraid that my husband has succeeded in his dad. He left their mother when the children were 13 and 17 years old. He left for an old friend, got married and has been living with her for many years.