Nightmare Dates

The bomb: That sinking, warm feeling in the middle of your chest. The one that makes you want to break a window or puke all over the floor. 
 
The bomb hit me last week while I was out celebrating my boyfriend’s 19th birthday. A few days earlier, we decided to get back together and make our relationship official for the 18th million time. I didn't expect for my heart to face demolition a few days later.

While joking with him over a pint, I learned that he slept with my best friend, Jessica, during the first few months of school. My heart stopped for a moment and my palms began to sweat.

"What? You didn't know?" he asked me. I wanted to throw an actual bomb at his head and watch it explode. 

“I knew," I replied. I didn't want to ruin the night and say what was actually on my mind.

Besides the terrible feeling my body was experiencing, there was good news to his gruesome tale. He slept with Jessica before I met her, so I experienced little negative feelings towards her, and mainly negative feelings towards him. 
 
Aside from the heart and body shock bomb, there was the tear bomb, which quickly followed when I confronted Jessica. The tears would not stop flowing. I felt awkward around her, and I couldn’t touch her for a few days. The news put a speed bump on our friendship.  
 
I took my drunken boyfriend home and couldn’t kiss him good night. I was imagining the scenario, and I couldn’t forgive him for what happened. I passed him a bottle of water as I imagined the pickup line he used on Jessica. It especially drove me insane because of the number of times he’s flirted with her in front of me. I would always brush it off because I thought I knew what their relationship entailed. Apparently, I was wrong. 
 
After a few days, the awkwardness departed between Jessica and me. I had to keep in mind that she slept with my boyfriend prior to us meeting.  
 
After the dust settled from that bomb, I learned from Jessica that my boyfriend approached her the night I found out. He told her not to feel bad about the situation because he had done this before with my other best friend, Sophie, during high school. 
 
Jessica decided to hold off a week before she informed me. A week later, I was not in tears, but in rage. I understood Jessica’s reasoning for sleeping with my boyfriend, but Sophie had no reason. She was there from day one of my relationship with this boy. Best friends shouldn’t sleep with your ex, especially if the relationship is constantly up and down.  
 
I confronted Sophie, only to hear denial. When I mentioned it to my boyfriend, he had a sheepish smile on his face which made me want to knock his teeth out and force feed them to him. He knew I was angry and justified that we weren’t together when it happened, which made it acceptable. Afterwards, he tried to make me admit that I would have slept with his best friend if I had the chance.  
 
In a matter of a week, I found out that my boyfriend slept with both of my best friends. It ruined me. My boyfriend’s actions have ceased to shock me. For now, I’m trying to get past the fact that he slept with two people that I love. I’m scared for how many more bombs will be set off before I’m caught up to speed with his sexcapades.  
 
Do you know the term back-stabbing? It hurts more than 10 million bombs ever will.