I was at a funeral for a guy who had dated my best friend. I was there to support my friend, let her get some closure. There were easily a thousand people there - they set up speakers in the parking lot for mourners to listen to the ceremony. This guy had been incredibly good at getting people to like him. He easily could have been a cult leader, the number of people who loved his persona and either didn’t know of or ignored his manipulative behavior.

Anyway, eulogies are delivered. A close friend, then a family member, then his girlfriend…then his other girlfriend. The two girlfriends learned of each other’s existence and met for the first time at the funeral.

The second girl said something like “I loved him so much, as I’m sure you all did too. I was convinced that I could make a difference in his life and make things better for everyone, but maybe it was just about the sex after all.” She then left. Fully left the building.

Nobody I knew there at the funeral had any idea who she was, except the parents who later confirmed to my friend that she was indeed his other girlfriend.