"Sergio, don't you get bored of eating plain food with your girlfriend every day?"
"Exactly, it's understandable that she's sick, but she can't force you to do this every day."
"I think Sergio is doing just fine. Who gets sick and expects their boyfriend to accompany them for every blood test? As a girl, I think she's being a bit too dramatic."
"And because of her, Sergio hasn't hung out with us in a long time."
"Before even getting married, she's already controlling him like this. If they marry, will she have him tied to her waist every day?"
Perhaps even Sergio himself had forgotten that I was in their friend group.
His friends did not like me much, and I didn't like them either, so I rarely spoke up in the group.
Over time, everyone forgot about my existence.
The one accusing me of being too controlling and dramatic was Sergio's childhood sweetheart, Kirsten Myers.
From the first time I met her, Kirsten didn't like me at all; her words dripped with hostility.
However, I brushed it off, thinking it was our first meeting and Sergio was standing up for me the whole time.
I was not surprised that Kirsten would speak ill of me.
I didn't care how Sergio's friends viewed me.