In year two, I had this friend, Maureen, from the engineering department. I met her through my cousin—I don't know how they met, but it was probably in year one; she usually needed my cousin's help for one thing or the other and was always around her.
In year two, she came to my cousin for help; she couldn't find accommodation yet and needed to squat with us for some time.
With Maureen staying with us, I became used to her, and I guess I made her a friend. Maureen was the kind with a very bad mouth, especially towards me.
She was always harsh and mocked me, but I just took it as how she was and brushed it off as jokes. She would make me beg her so bad for little things like helping me or sometimes she would straight up turn me down. She always had a side comment to my every move and everyone would laugh.
Some moments would have made me pause, but still, I thought—friendship was about laughter—the kind that made your stomach hurt, the inside jokes that no one else understood, and the playful teasing that made life less serious. So I ignored everything.
Until the day I truly needed her.
My cousin had gone home so it was just me and Maureen.
It started early in the morning. After my breakfast; I started feeling uneasy, nauseous, headaches, and stomach aches. But I brushed it off; it was probably something I ate, I told myself.
But as it got late my body showed me otherwise. I started throwing up, and my stomach was twisting in agony. While I was weak against the wall. Maureen didn't say a thing. She sat on the bed and scrolled through her phone. After some time, when I had already started crying from the pain, she said, “You are always eating rubbish," she didn't even flinch.
At some point, it was frightening, and I was filled with anger; she showed no sympathy or concern. I didn't have the strength to start an argument. I curled up on the floor, gripping my stomach, and finally, I picked up the courage and begged Maureen to take me to the school clinic.
She stood up and was reluctant for some time, she didn't even take her eyes off her phone. “Okay, just wait let me do something," and then she left the room.
I lay on the floor, and she never returned. At that point, I felt like I was going to faint.
Suddenly, the door opened, and it wasn't Maureen. I could recognize the girl had come in, but I didn't know her; she was another friend of my cousin from another hostel. Immediately, she rushed to my side, shouted out for help,p, and supported me. From there on, it was all blurry, and the next time my senses were okay, I was on the hospital bed taking a drip.
I stayed in the hospital for three days. On the second day, the girl who helped me came back with food and my phone so I could make calls; her name was Sarah. I called my cousin and she was seriously angry and said she was going to call Maureen and chase her out of the room.
On the third day, I was discharged from the hospital. I was still recovering and weak but I had enough strength to move by myself. When I reached the hostel, I stopped at the front of the door; my heart started racing as I felt both anger and fear. I never expected Maureen to be capable of that degree of wickedness; she didn't even call or visit while I was in the hospital. I felt like I had been staying with a dangerous stranger. I walked in with my heart pounding against my chest; she was seated on the bed and didn't say anything, and neither did I. We both acted like nothing happened.
Later that night I went to thank the girl that saved me properly. I found her and thanked her with pure gratitude, and before I left, she called me back and said, “Be mindful of your so-called friend.”
Confused, I asked her why. That’s when she told me.
The night she found me, after rushing me to the hospital, she saw Maureen sitting outside on the pavement, phone in hand, completely unbothered. She confronted her, asking why she had left me in that state.
Maureen's response?
"She was disturbing me when I was busy, so I left."
"Must I carry her to the hospital? Am I her sister? What happened to her legs? Can’t she call her cousin or family member?"
I felt something break inside me. I knew it wasn't normal but this just made it more clear.
Then it dawned on me. For some reason, she was wicked to me and probably hated me, but was it her fault? I mean the signs have been there all along. Her meanness and her entire attitude towards me, but still, I overlooked it in the name of friendship and being the bigger person. Also, there was no reason I could find for her to hate me to date. I thought—one needs a reason to hate someone. Regardless, our friendship ended in that hospital bed.
That night, by the time I walked back to the room, she was already gone with her belongings; she didn't even need anyone to tell her it was all over. We never saw her again and I realized—I wasn’t losing a friend. I was gaining clarity. I was okay with that. More than okay. I was free.
Sorry for what happened.
After my experience I felt like not everyone that looks like a human is humane
I understand.
Thanks for sharing your story.
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It's saddening when someone who claims to be a friend treats the other person carelessly.
Good to know you finally found clarity and freedom that comes with real peace of mind. Cheers to that🥂
Cheers 🥂. Because those are the kind that can harm someone.
exactly....
What?!! She was every shade of wickedness and no friend at all. Although the signs were always there, it’s a good thing you cut her off. Good riddance to bad rubbish!!
Exactly, after that day I consider every single behavior of people close to me.
She was never your friend, a friend will never see you in pain and walk out without helping. She was only there for herself and her selfish interest
To do that kind of thing she was worse than not just being a friend. Because I was truly scared that day, even if someone isn't my friend I can't leave the person in that condition.
Hmmm...
Maureen was never your friend. It's good she left anyways.
Yh
It was good she left with her belongings so that nothing will remind you of her.
Yh
Hmmm, friends that won't look out for you when you need them the most are not worth keeping.
Thank God your life was saved.
Yes
Thank God
I am sad you received this bad treatment from Maureen, but I am also happy to know that Sarah helped you in that difficult time and also told you the truth about Maureen.
Thank you
How can someone have such a heart? That's so bad. Thank God your someone came to your rescue.
Seriously we need to be careful of people we call friends. Not everybody around us are our friend or even family
True
Unfortunately, there are people who come into our lives just to take advantage of us. And unfortunately, sometimes it takes us a while to realize this. I'm sorry you went through this, but I'm glad she's gone.
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Good one friend. Such is reality.
Good to see and sound to hear you survived.
Her conscience made her leave. It only few of this types that don't have conscience.
Well written and top notch.
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