“My Best Friend of 37 Years Asked Me to Take One LAST Photo Together on Vacation—As Friends. When I Asked Why ‘Last,’ She Smiled and Said, ‘Because Tomorrow You’ll Find Out Who I Really Am…’”

I called again.

Nothing.

Then I continued reading.

Michael wrote that after eight months, he had been the one to end the affair. According to him, Susan had already wanted to tell me everything.

Michael had begged her not to.

He wrote:

If we told you the truth, I would lose you, and you would lose both your husband and your best friend at the same time.

That sentence made me even angrier.

They had made the decision for me.

They had even decided how much pain I was allowed to know.

Then I reached the hardest part.

Over the years, Susan had tried several times to leave my life.

And suddenly, I remembered.

Once, out of nowhere, she told me she wanted to move to another state.

I had cried.

I had told her,

“I’m not letting you go. You’re my family.”