So, as always the story goes on. I take you back to the hotel where I have just been assaulted and am trying to leave with my friends. I didn't say anything to anyone until we were safely in the car. I did not want to confront these guys in the state that we were in; I was sobering up, the hippie was half naked from skinny dipping in the pool, and my other "friend" seemed to be looking for a boyfriend in the guy from our hometown. By now, I didn't even trust her; she took pictures of me getting wasted, she was right outside the door while the guy tried to attack me, and now... She doesn't believe me.
She agreed to watch after me if I drank because it was my bachelorette party, but instead, she sat out while a guy assaulted me in a bedroom. Then when I told her what happened, she said I shouldn't have drunk. I only took the pill she gave me because we're on the same medications and I thought she was giving me another Xanax at a low dosage. She put it in my mouth so quickly I never had a chance to look at it, so I don't know what it was. The only thing I do know is it was not the pill I asked her for because I slept for a three days after they left and had to go to the doctors.
The night that we left the hotel after we got home, we argued until the sun came up. I said I was calling the cops, she threatened me with the pictures she took. I couldn't understand why she would want to stop me from getting justice. I waited too long in the incident at work to get a restraining order that I ended up being the one resigning. I just wanted justice. Maybe she felt bad because she was supposed to be my handler for the night but instead I was assaulted with her ten feet away. But then she started telling me about her trauma from her childhood, which I will not divulge, and I felt heartbroken for her. But I still didn't see why having no one to speak up for you as a child means you want to silence me now.
By the time they left to go back east she was no longer a part of my wedding. I called my fiancee immediately and told him what happened. He used his connections to handle the situation for me. When my "friends" found out, they were livid...at me. They threatened to call in and pretend to be me and say that I was a liar and that it never happened. My heart was shattered, worse than the assault was my two best friends, my sisters, choosing a guy over me, their best friend of 16 years.
I learned later on that they both had their motives for not taking my side. The hippie started a sexual relationship with one of the guys from the party, and she didn't want to mess that up; even though she had a live-in boyfriend. I kind of understood that one... they were headed for splitsville anyway, and if it's consenting it's not any of my business. But she still should have taken my side; I was the one trying to cover her up when she started stripping. I watched after her until they implemented the divide and conquer.
My "friend" her's was and is comprehensible. She was interested in the guy from our hometown; I get it. She had her childhood drama that is indeed troubling, and I encouraged her to talk about it and seek help. But when I asked for a reason, she told me its because we got engaged at the same time and her engagement fell through, and mine didn't. Jealousy. The green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head in the worst possible way. She told me that she didn't feel like I thought about her enough at the wedding. She was my Maid of Honor initially; I bought me and her matching rings that spell out love and have a little diamond on them, I bought her a special robe with her name on it and a monogrammed bracelet. I planned dinners and nights out. I even proposed to her in front of all the bridesmaids and made sure that she had a dress that would stand out above everyone else. I also told my fiancee you can't marry me unless you marry her too. I knew it was hard for her, but I considered her feelings.
But she still threw me under the bus or tried to anyways. She went to any one of my family members that would listen to try to tell them how I was all over that guy and I'm just making it up. I had already told my parents and my fiancee everything that happened though, even the uncomfortable parts. So, by the time they left she was no longer my Maid of Honor, my "friend", or my sister.
"I'm just lookin' for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they're all about"