It’s always my fault

Don’t mind me. I’m honestly here just venting to get things off my chest. Last night my boyfriend and I both went out, him with his friends and me with mine. We both had good nights. I was home before him, so naturally I tucked myself into bed waiting for him to come home. Little background info, my friend that I went out with is one of his friend’s wives. I tend to befriend/hang out with a lot of his friends’ wives. This morning I got a phone call from my friend, asking if I could pick her up because they were arguing. I tell him what’s going on, he calls the husband and a friend that’s neighbors with them. While he’s on the phone with the neighbor friend he’s told that I antagonized the argument by talking with my friend on our dinner date. He told me I had no business talking about what we talked about. However, from the story I’m being told, she never mentioned our conversation to her husband. Her issue was that another girl’s phone was connected to the truck’s Bluetooth and the truck wreaked of a new air freshener. She felt like her husband wasn’t being honest with her. With this argument, I don’t even know who’s telling the truth or not. There’s always three sides of the story; his, hers, and the truth. I really can’t be taking the blame for their trust issues or the argument. They’re grown adults and should be able to control their own temper and rage. I just wish my boyfriend would see it that way too, instead of jumping to conclusions and blaming me. This isn’t the first time he’s blamed me for something. Somehow I always ruin everything, even when I’ve been working so hard to fix everything and everyone.