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Mm.

Mm.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Jeff. Not only was he one of the most handsome men I'd ever known, he was one

of the easiest to be myself with.

We had amazing sex.

And I was able to talk to him like he was one of my best girlfriends.

Don't forget your, um... The reality was that he was married to

one of my best girlfriends.

And I was married to Mark.

I'm Frankie.

If anyone were to ask me what was most important to me in my life, my answer

would be my four fabulous friends from college.

And my husband.

I know, it may seem that I'm contradicting myself since I'm not being

exactly faithful to my husband, but I have my reasons.

Besides, whatever he doesn't know won't hurt him.

At least.

That's what I've been trying to tell myself.

And this, of course, is Jeff, who is married to Mandy.

Again, one of my best girlfriends.

You're going to love this.

What is it?

It's a stuff that I got from Italy.

It's so strong, it can turn you into an irresponsible schoolgirl. I swear, this

is exactly what I need.

Come on in. Let's go eat some dinner, shall we?

My husband, Mark.

Mark and I have been together for four years.

Somewhere along the way, we lost our ability to communicate with one another.

We do the trivial stuff pretty well, but that's all we seem to be able to handle.

How was your day?

It was good.

And you? How was your day?

It was good.

Good to know. Good to hear.

Good stuff.

It's really disappointing because it was our ability to communicate so well that

brought us together in the first place.

Do you realize we were on the phone for three hours last night?

It's hard being away from you.

I could have stayed on for four.

I love when you do that.

Do what?

Bite your bottom lip like that.

You do?

Yeah, it's sexy.

You usually do it when you're horny.

Really?

When things slow down at the office.

I'm going to take you on that France trip you want to go on.

You promise?

I promise.

Aw. That would mean the world to me, baby.

I know.

That's why I'm going to take you.

You're biting my bottom lip.

Does that mean you're horny?

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

A year after we married, a cold distance crept in.

And as the distance grew, so did my resentment.

And as that grew, so did the number of bad decisions I made.

Earth to Frankie.

Frankie.

Frankie.

Business must be booming.

Time's been scarce.

That's why we should make time.

Especially for the ones that we care about. Right, honey?

Yeah, sure.

Whatever.

Tiffany, my other best friend, was the complete opposite of Mandy.

Where Mandy was gentle, Tiffany was hard.

Fuck yeah. We got a hotel room.

Totally went crazy.

Oh, my God.

I

miss

you.

That's so good.

this guy again?

No. I gotta keep my eye on Russell.

He's probably up to something himself.

I don't know.

I don't think he's cheating on you, Tiff.

Russell's a good guy.

I just think he needs some space, you know?

Space?

Why?

Why would he need space?

Everybody needs space every now and again.

Fuck.

Fine. If he needs space, I'll give him fucking space.

There you go.

Plenty of space.

So there we sat.

Everyone feeling obligated to be there.

But no one really having fun.

Worse yet, my conscience had caught up with me.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Who was that?

It was Bob.

Let me see.

The dinner party was going south.

And so was my relationship with Mark.

It was time for a confession.

and a serious heart-to-heart.

Now this.

This makes a good dessert.

And I have two more in my car if anybody wants more.

Try some of that.

I'm all about it.

I'll have two of them.

It was

sad

that it took liquor to get us to relax with one another.

It wasn't always like that.

What is this?

Yeah,

this stuff fucking rocks.

If you

need to relax, relax.

Who needs to relax? I'll tell you what, you need to relax.

You okay, baby?

Hey,

you remember the last time we were in this bathroom?

Thank you.

I don't know.

A lot different back then.

Better.

I feel kind of bad for him. I mean, he's gotten a bit smotheringly, you know,

thanked.

And she does that with everybody.

No. Apparently I have.

Do these belong to anybody at the table?

What? Because I found them under my bed and they don't belong to me.

Let's go have a smoke now.

Let's go have a smoke. Okay.

See you again.

Yeah, but I thought that Mark knew you guys had a sexual relationship.

I mean, all four of us have for years.

No, he decided if he went back that he wouldn't have open relationship anymore.

So, she's been doing it behind his back?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

This might not be pretty.

In case you haven't noticed, hon, we have guests.

Yeah, but we need to talk now.

Well, why not do it amongst friends?

You see, Frankie has been fucking jacked.

Mark. Well, don't you guys have an open relationship?

We did.

And we decided to end that.

And then behind my motherfucking back, she...

Mark, I was going to tell you.

Tonight, I swear, I promise.

What did you mean in the bathroom?

About me being a different person?

I don't know, babe.

Maybe you've become a little bitchy, selfish, and clingy.

Yeah, go drink. That's going to solve your problems.

It does every night.

Can't beat him. Let's find him.

Drink.

No slam doors so far. Yeah, or gunshots.

So, uh, closed relationship, huh?

Man, that kind of sucks.

Hey, uh...

Remember last winter?

Thank you.

No. No.

No.

Oh.

hands.

Mmm.

I'll see you guys.

Mm-hmm.

Good times.

It's been so lonely lately.

I mean, King and I hardly even talk anymore.

Actually, we don't do anything together anymore.

Well, if you're lonely, then say you're lonely. Don't go fuck some other guy.

It was just jazz.

It was wrong, no matter who it was.

I shouldn't have done it.

It will never happen again.

I promise.

And what? Suddenly your word is golden.

Bitchy?

Selfish?

Clingy? Oh, my God.

Well, I guess I should be happy.

Seems like you're finally listening.

For once!

I think Russell's got the right idea.

Excuse me.

Shit!

For any other bottle, fuck you have to do.

But it wasn't until that moment that I truly realized how much Mark meant to

me. And none of it had ever been about him. It had all been about me.

It had been about me not having the courage to confront Mark about my

unhappiness. I'd been weak and taken the easy route by medicating myself with

Jeff.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

Huge.

Colossal.

Then, Mark said the most horrible thing I think anyone's ever said to me. Where

I still, was that what he said, was true.

You know, I was thinking, I don't think you're the girl I thought you were.

I am, Mark.

I mean, it wasn't for a while, but I realized that.

And you're never going to see that Frankie again.

Were there any others?

God, no.

Do you ever think you can forgive me?

Honestly, I don't think so.

So, where did he go last night?

Did he get a hotel room or something?

I don't know.

What? I mean, you haven't heard from him at all?

Not a word.

Mandy.

Whoever coined the phrase whatever he doesn't know won't hurt him was dead

wrong.

I didn't hear from Mark for two days.

I wasn't sure if we were over or not.

But what I was sure of is that I was never going to make the same mistake

twice. From now on, I'd speak up when I was unhappy, not turn to someone else.

I'd been such a fool.

And when I finally saw him, his face said it all.

You're leaving, aren't you?

Yeah.

I guess they don't blame you.

For a while, I thought my actions were justified.

They weren't.

I was a coward.

And I'm probably more disgusted at myself than you are.

That's pretty fucked up, Frankie.

Yeah.

I know.

Relationships are built on trust.

You make a promise to somebody, you gotta keep it.

I know.

When you have a bone to pick with somebody, you gotta let them know.

and just run off in somebody's arms to avoid the situation.

Remember that for next time.

Trust me.

I will.

So sorry, Mark.

I'm really gonna...

with me.

What?

Going where?

When things slow down at the office, I'm going to take you on that France trip

that you want to go on.

You promise?

I promise.

Aww. I don't understand.

At first I wasn't sure if I could forgive you because you broke promise.

Then I realized I broke one too.

I promised to love and cherish you, make you happy.

Then I became self-absorbed and you suffered for that.

We both screwed up, Frankie.

We were both wrong.

So, we go to France.

We come back.

We start all over.

What do you say?

Agreed.

I'm Frankie.

If anyone were to ask me what's most important to me, my answer would be my

husband. and my fabulous friends from college.

Luckily, I'd been given a second chance with Mark, and nothing in the world

would make me screw that up.

I'd learned my lesson.

Tiffany, on the other hand... I'm sweet!

I'm the best thing you'll ever get! I don't know what the fuck he's thinking,

but...

There you go.