As I watched Smith passionately kiss my roommate I felt a jolt of jealously. I wasn’t jealous because he was kissing her but I felt that this was a ploy to ditch our friendship once again.  I watched intently and  decided not to interrupt in order to return upstairs to my guests. My confusion took a hold of my mind as I entered my crowded apartment full of drunk friends and family. I couldn’t wrap my myself around the fact that my best friend could make a woman want him after destroying a reputation and spreading hurtful lies. I lived in a bubble for many years about his actions. Yet…