My Boyfriend Used Secret Code With My Bestie; I Let Go

Two weeks before the engagement, I found a codebook.

For a long time before that, I'd noticed something odd in the way my boyfriend and my childhood friend talked. Like when my boyfriend would say:

"Going to sort out the storage room tonight, and air out the bedding while I'm at it."

I offered to come along, but the three of them just shook their heads and laughed.

My best friend hooked her arm through mine, smiling. "A guy's storage room is bound to be filthy. A girl shouldn't go poking around in there."

My childhood friend chimed in too. "Everyone handles his own stuff."