The hardest conversations are always the most important
Your friend is a Queen and her boyfriend spends his free time stealing all of the free samples at Costco.
So, you’ve had a huge falling out with one of your best friends. No matter what it was over it...
They aren't called best friends for nothing!
So I know you are an expert on love, but this is a friendship-kind-of-love dilemma. So a little background. Last year I had a very crazy, very mean roommate who harassed me and abused me until I told her I was moving out, at which point she publicly threatened to kill me.
I'm in a very uncomfortable situation at the moment. My best friend has liked our mutual good guy friend for some months now, and I actually met him through her. The problem is he likes me, and she's the one who told me this information.
Last summer, after my birthday party, my best guy friend kissed me and confessed his feelings for me. This wasn't entirely a surprise, and I admit I let the kiss happen, because I wanted to see if it would spark the sexual feelings which were the only things lacking to keep me from instantly diving into a relationship with such a wonderful guy.
So, I hooked up with my best friend's little brother...
I hate my boyfriend's best friend / roommate. I think he's really weird. He seems like he's always trying to get my boyfriend's attention over me.
I stole my best friend's boyfriend. I know it sounds bad but here's the situation. She didn't love him. They were just dating because he asked her out and she was too lazy to break up with him. She was always complaining that he wasn't thoughtful enough or romantic enough and etc.
The problem lies in ones of the things my ex-bestie said to me during this final conversation. After basically listing all the things about me that she didn't like, she also informed me that she didn't like my boyfriend, John. When I asked why, she said it was because she "didn't get him."
Recently my fiance dumped me. Or I dumped him. Or something. I'm not sure. He tried to blackmail me and shame me into doing things I didn't want to do by threatening to leave me if I didn't comply so I called his bluff and we went down in flames. And then I found out he cheated on me.
I never thought I'd be writing you, but I've been reading your advice for quite some time and I think you might be the only person I trust to give this kind of advice. To sum up my situation, I have a best friend who I've had since my first semester of freshman year. This best friend of mine, P, has a girlfriend that he has been with for over two years. She doesn't go to our school and I've only met her once.
Your best friend totally stabbed you in the back…again. You don’t even know why you are friends with her anymore. Ok, so she is really fun to go out with and is the best person to lay in bed and watch a movie with, but the back stabbing and sh*t-talking has got to stop.
Dear Tuffy Luv, I'm not even sure how this all started to be honest. I have a best friend, I'll call her Jane, who's been dating this guy, I'll call him Ron, for a couple months. They fight a lot but he's her first real "love" and a really good friend of mine. I happen to be madly in love with Ron's best friend, Landon.
Dear Tuffy Luv, A few weekends ago while my roommate/best friend was passed out in her bedroom, her boyfriend and I hooked up. The boy and I had been friends freshman year, and I had feelings for him before he started dating my best friend. He and I agreed that it was never going to happen again and to not tell anyone.
Dear Dude, My best friend came clean this summer and told me he has had feelings for me since the eighth grade (six years). There is one problem: he has had a girlfriend for a little over two and a half years. He told me he is losing interest in her, she is not his type, and he hates so many things about her; she was just the girl he needed at the time.
Most people know how much it sucks to break up with a boyfriend. Whether he treated you horribly or the relationship has just run its course, telling your boyfriend adios is not easy. The only thing harder than a romantic breakup is breaking up with a friend.
Dear Tuffy Luv, I have found myself in a tough situation. My best friend of three years recently sent me a Facebook message out of the blue telling me that she no longer wishes to be friends or in contact with me. Her reasoning was that being friends with me causes her "too much stress" and she has been thinking about it "for the last two months."
We’ve all done it, slipped a little white lie in when talking to a friend. Your hair looks fine. Of course he’ll call you back. You are absolutely right. It’s not like you meant to be dishonest, but the words tumbled out of your mouth before you even had the chance to think about them. You’re not lying; you’re sparing her feelings.
After just a few weeks, this summer has proven to be one of the most memorable yet. I’m about to be a senior in college, I’m living in New York City, my job is actually paying me (I know, I can’t believe it either), and I get to write articles for sites I absolutely love. On top of it all, I'm living with my best friend from school.
There are some unwritten rules of friendship we all know: Thou shalt hold her hair back when she is praying to the porcelain god after a long Friday night. Thou shalt never date her ex-boyfriend, brother or best male friend. Thou shalt never have to watch Say Yes to the Dress alone. Thou shalt risk your life to satisfy the drunken cravings of your BFF.
While the rest of the world is inundated with ads encouraging them to get “slim by summer”, us college ladies are on a slightly different page. You see, for the many of us that aren’t taking summer classes, summer is a time to kick it a little bit slower, relax (while we’re not working or interning), and escape the constant pressure of being surrounded by young, good looking people 24/7.
Would You Rather find out that your new boyfriend was obsessed with your best friend for a year before he met you OR find out that your new boyfriend actually hated everything about you when you first met?
Dear Tuffy Luv, So freshman year is coming to close, but with a terrible ending. My best friend here has decided to go chase after the guy I had a history with/crush on at the beginning of the year. I've moved on from liking him ever since he clearly rejected me in February and have been able to settle on friendly terms with him even though he really left me in the dirt.
One of the hardest parts of being a friend to someone is actually being a friend to someone. It’s not like when we were little we were taught how to be a friend outside the realms of “sharing is caring.” There are certain sticky situations, like dealing with a friend in a bad or abusive relationship, where no how-to guide can instruct us how to be a true friend.
I hate to admit it but I've watched a few episodes of The Marriage Ref. (What? There was nothing else on TV!) While it's not exactly great television (or even remotely good television), it did get me thinking about the whole idea of having a relationship referee. Those guys in the black and white stripes keep sporting events fair, so imagine what they could do for a couple.
A recent survey of 3,000 women revealed that one in five women secretly think her best friend is fat but won't dare share this information with her. The study also suggested that the truth was a big "no no" because 1 in 5 women ended the relationship post dishing the info.
Valentine's Day sure does have a way of sneaking up on me and my singleness every year. And I'm not sure how it happens, seeing as the heart-shaped candy has been out since December. But while I may be forced to cuddle up with my pup come Sunday, it turns out that most people - single or taken - would actually prefer it!
Ah, the new relationship. A time to learn everything about one another, to cuddle (a lot), to hold hands whenever you can, to have lots and lots of sex… And, apparently, to ditch your friends.
