MY STUGGLE WITH KEEPING FRIENDS

Hello friends, its my first time post here hope am welcome to join this wonderful community.
To be honest I am one of those people who find it difficult to keep friendships ongoing but ironically I'm a people's magnet, I'm easy going, approachable and people want me to be friends with them and the magic works effortlessly. I have never actually saw someone and was like; i want this person to be my friend and then actually go over to start a conversation with them with the objective of friendship in mind. But somehow it all works out i find my contact list packed with people that consider me their friend.

While growing up I had a couple of friends at different stages of my youth, and my circle was always small I kept not more than one friend, most of the bigger circles I find myself in has to do with the Mafia interpretation which is; Friend of a Friend. So it's a situation whereby the person I consider my friend has other friends who come to join our little circle and therefore I become a Friend of the Friend which most times kills my social battery and increase my anxiety because I don't like people in my space.

I had a very close friend during my secondary school days in fact we saw ourselves as sisters, we wrote (WAEC) together and we were still in touch because our families were friends and we fellowship in the same church so we had other reasons for why our bond shouldn't break of which it didn't officially. As the years went by he travelled to a distant part in the country where telecommunications signals was really bad so the only time we could communicate was when he returned to the city, I on the other hand had my own purpose in life which took me for away so communicating with my dear friend became a problem, I also developed a bad habit of not calling people it's so bad that I find it difficult to call home even my mother and it's not a flex it's a problem so unfortunately I killed the friendship I and Trust had, she was the best human friend I ever had and I look forward to rekindling our friendship if possible.

Although during my university days, I had a friend who was like a sister to me—even before @oyinye-chi and I became friends—we shared everything together. But something happened that made us part ways, and it was because of her friend, who wasn’t even my friend.

For the sake of this post, I’ll call the third person Precious, while my friend’s name was Jasmin.

Precious came to visit me on a Saturday morning, saying she wanted me to braid her hair. When she got to my house, she met my boyfriend and me taking edibles. It was a lazy Saturday, and we just wanted to rest that day.

She asked for some, and I told her it wasn’t just ordinary peanuts or cake. But her response was:
“Na lie, you no want make I chop wetin your boyfriend buy come.”

I ignored her and left the room to go to the kitchen. Only for me to return and find her already eating the nuts. I quickly snatched them from her, but I wasn’t sure how many she had already consumed.

Anyway, we proceeded to do her hair. About seven minutes into it, the edibles kicked in. So I stopped braiding and told her to go lie down on the bed and rest. At that time, my boyfriend was already fast asleep on the same bed. I told her to join him so she could be more comfortable while I slept on the couch.
Six hours later, she woke up and said she wanted to go home. We saw her off and made sure she got home safely.

But then, the next day, she came back to my house—with Jasmin and police officers—accusing me of drugging her so my boyfriend could rape her. Funnily enough, the friend who was supposed to plead for me was instead taking her side and calling me evil. Lol.
And just like that, trust was broken.

Some weeks passed, and Jasmin came with people to beg me. I told her I had forgiven her a long time ago, but things would never go back to the way they were.
I guess I’m just not good at keeping friendships.

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