Okay Reddit, buckle up because this is a seriously messy one that keeps getting messier. Back in college, I was seeing two different guys. The really problematic part? They were friends, and I eventually found out.

Before the night in question, I (21f) had actually been sleeping with "Guy B" (22m) for a few months. Then came the night with "Guy A." (22m) We slept together, but I was honestly ready for him to leave, and he was pretty drunk. So, in a moment of what I thought was practicality (and maybe a bit of wanting to see Guy B), I called Guy B, who I knew lived nearby, and asked if he could come help me get Guy A out of my place.

Turns out, they knew each other really well, so it was surprisingly easy for Guy B to get Guy A to leave. After Guy A was gone, Guy B came back inside, and we slept together again that night. Honestly, I'd always had a bigger thing for Guy B, but I never really thought he felt the same way.

Fast forward to the present, and I'm engaged to Guy A now (28m). And Guy B (28m)? He's still very much in the picture as one of my fiancé's close friends. We see him pretty regularly.

Here's where I'm pretty sure I'm a major asshole. It's not just the occasional drunken flirting. Last New Year's Eve, my then-boyfriend (now fiancé, Guy A) and I hosted a party. We invited a bunch of friends, and Guy B came with his girlfriend. She ended up getting upset about something and left pretty early, but Guy B stayed. My boyfriend ended up getting drunk and going to bed early, so I was the one awake with the last few stragglers. Guy B was the very last to leave, staying maybe a couple of hours after everyone else. We decided to grab some more drinks and head to the game room so we could turn off the music. As soon as we entered the room, he locked the door behind him..?? After talking for a bit, he brought up our college days and then point-blank asked if I still had the scars on my chest. Something no one knows except for if you’ve seen me naked. (plus scars don’t normally go away, so of course I still have them.) I ended up telling him it was late and that he should leave, but knowing how drunk I was I’m surprised I didn’t sleep with him again that night I remember wanting to, but I said no. (Thank god!!!!)

I've never told my fiancé the full extent of my past with Guy B – specifically that we were actually involved for months before that night in college, what happened that night, and now these continued, very personal interactions. After finding out they were friends, I just felt like it was too complicated and would cause irreparable damage so I never said anything. Plus, Guy B just helped us move a few weeks ago. 😭

So, Reddit, AITA for keeping this massive, ongoing secret from my fiancé, especially with Guy B's comments? This feels like a catastrophic mess waiting to explode, and I'm terrified of the fallout.