Ever since I announced my pregnancy, Avery—my husband Scott’s best friend—has been overwhelming us with unsolicited advice. At first, I appreciated her support, but soon it turned into constant texts about what I should eat, what products to buy, and even how to plan the baby shower.
When she insisted on hosting the shower despite me telling her my mom and sister were already handling it, I’d had enough. Avery showed up at our house with decorations, a menu, and a sugar-free cake, pushing her way in as if she were in charge. I pretended to agree, but quietly arranged for the real shower to happen elsewhere.
On the day of the event, Avery decorated my house beautifully—only for no one to show up. Meanwhile, my loved ones and I celebrated at a cozy café. To drive the point home, I sent her a cupcake and photo from the real party.
When confronted, Avery finally admitted she’d been in love with Scott and hoped her interference would drive us apart. Instead, it only made our marriage stronger.
