My best friend is getting married today. The term “best friend” struggles to find its place in my vocabulary these days, but when you get right down to it, that’s what he is. We’ve known each for years and I went to school with his older brother, so basically I grew up knowing the family. We work together now, and John is a groomsman in his wedding. It should be a wonderful day. I should be happy for him. But there’s a big selfish part of me that wants to tell him he’s making a mistake because so many people think she’s not right for him. But I can’t, because I don’t know that for a fact. Unfortunately, she’s never given me a chance to get to know her well enough to make that decision. I have to admit, I haven’t been a very good friend to him since he’s been with her. I’ve never voiced my opinion, but I’m sure he’s noticed how quiet I get and change the subject when he talks about her.