I used to be the worst girlfriend in the world. I would go through my husband’s FB account (that’s Facebook for all you non-addicts. Shout out to Harriet!), look through his recent calls, and check his e-mail if he left it logged in.
Yes, I was that chick. *shudder*
But I’ve since grown past all that foolishness I used to engage in at 18. My husband knows his stuff is safe with me and I won’t go rifling through it the first chance I get.
But there’s one thing I don’t really budge on.
Female friends. I’m not talking about the ones that he grew up with, the ones that cemented their place before I even met him. I’m talking about running into some woman at a work function or someplace, getting her number, making calls and plans to meet and hanging out.
Uh-uh. No way…
To read the rest of this article, go to BlackAndMarriedWithKids.com. What do you think about your significant other having a platonic friend of the opposite sex?
Can men and women really be “Just Friends”?
