I learnt the very hard way, that friendships don't always last for a lifetime! Infact an incident that happened years ago buttressed that point and made me have a redefined perspective on friendship as it were.
The evening became unbearable as I paced the length and breadth of the entire corridor, my disappointment written all over me as my mind wandered through questions that lacked answers.
I wondered where Jane could be, at this time that I needed her the most, crazy thoughts raced through my head;
"What if something had happened to her?” I prayed and hoped she was okay.
The whole thing started a week earlier when I abandoned my accommodation because armed robbers had broken into the hostel, and had even assaulted some ladies, the third time in a row actually. My exams were a few days away and I knew that I couldn't stay in that place anymore.
Jane was my friend like forever and we were like sisters from different mothers and did so many things together, from our secondary school days. After what happened in my hostel, we both agreed that it was no longer safe there, but because my exams were close, I could just stay with her until I sorted out myself.
The next day she was to help me pick up my stuffs but she didn't show up so I managed to move some of those, to her house, but she wasn't home.
With my luggage littered in front of her room and along the corridor, I continued my pacing, confused as ever.
Then I waited, nothing!
When It became obviously late, I started running helter skelter, seeking for a place to pass the night. I was restless because I had believed that I had my accommodation needs covered for some days, that I had somewhere safe to stay.
The next morning, I was in her place and she was in, with her boyfriend and she gave a flimsy excuse of how her boyfriend was around and how she would want me to make an alternative arrangement for my accommodation.
"Jane, exams start in two days, how am I supposed to pull the magic? I reminded her, dazed.
You know what? She stood her ground, three of us could not share the same room, she kept on blabbing. I just knew I was stranded, I was furious inside and it was a miracle how I managed to walk away without uttering a single word, even if all I wanted was to to to ..... At this point I'll plead the fifth!
Inside I boiled with rage, I was deeply hurt, my face was contorted with all the emotions I felt, all seeking release but no...... I chose to swallow my wrath and walk away, but it was a very deep cut of betrayal which took me quite some time to get over.
I ultimately sorted out my accommodation problems but Jane and I never spoke to each other again. We graduated as strangers.
Time healed the wound, but I became more cautious in friendship. And when Jane died years later, I felt no bitterness, the silent storm was over and I had long forgiven her, not for her, but for my own peace.
But I learnt then that I could master my emotions and sometimes it is better to walk away, not as a sign of weakness but as the strength in knowing when to let go.
Thank you for reading
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Some people will come into your life only to teach you a lesson, really sorry about what you had to go through.
Yes you are right!
Thank you 😊
Friends has dealt with me so I don't trust anyone again, they made me become more strong and learn how te myself during trial some situations, I can only imagine the frustration you went through and she didn't care about you.
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It really was awful back then!