Not All Friendships Are Meant to Last — And That’s Okay

Have I ever ended a friendship before? Yes, I have — and to be honest, I just ended one recently. Looking back at everything that happened, I can confidently say it was the best decision for my peace of mind.

This friend wasn’t just some random classmate — he was someone in my department and, at the same time, my roommate. That made the whole situation even more complicated. I'm not the type of person who keeps too many friends. I like my space, and I only get close to people when I genuinely vibe with them. So, when I do call someone my friend, I really mean it. But with this guy, I started to notice things that made me question whether the friendship was even genuine in the first place.

One of the first red flags was how petty he could be. There was this day we went for farm practicals, and it had been such a long, stressful day. One of our classmates had bought food and apparently told both of us to share it. But I didn’t know that — I thought it was meant for just me. I was really hungry and tired, so I ate the whole thing. The next thing I knew, he flared up. He got angry so quickly and wouldn’t even let me explain. What shocked me most was how he carried the matter beyond that moment. When we got back to our room, he started telling the other roommates what happened, making it seem like I had done something really terrible. That day really opened my eyes to the kind of person he is.

And then there’s the issue of money. He’s the kind of person who always wants people to help him, but he never returns the favour. If you help him once, he’ll come back again and again, but when it's his turn to assist someone, he suddenly becomes broke or starts giving excuses. I noticed this over time and decided to change how I related with him. I started giving him the same energy — if he didn’t want to help others, then I wasn’t going to stress myself either. That’s when he started calling me stingy. The same guy who wouldn’t help anyone suddenly had a problem with me not helping him. The hypocrisy was wild.

Before the session ended, he had already made it clear that I wouldn’t be staying in his room next semester. He said it so casually — something about wanting roommates who could help him financially. Honestly, I wasn’t even hurt. I felt relieved. I realized he didn’t value friendship; he just wanted people who could serve his needs.

Right now, I’ve decided to cut ties with him completely. Of course, I’ll still be civil. If I see him around, I’ll say hi — no need for drama. But that closeness? It’s gone. I’ve learned that it’s okay to walk away from people who drain you emotionally, mentally, or even financially. Sometimes, the most mature thing you can do for yourself is to protect your peace.

Thanks for reading.