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#MyStory: I Forgave My Friend Who Ditched Me For Her Boyfriend

#MyStory: I Forgave My Friend Who Ditched Me For Her Boyfriend

I was 16 when my mom introduced me to her friend’s daughter Kiya and we instantly hit it off. She had just moved to Delhi and hardly knew anyone. And I had a total of zero friends. Yeah, I was that ‘weird’ kid in the school. Kiya was like a ball of sunshine in my mostly dull life. From my first real heartbreak to my job, she was there with chocolates and tissues (or occasionally a stolen wine bottle). 

As we grew up, we made sure to always find time for each other. From waiting at metro stations to group study plans (we didn’t even have the same course), we managed to survive the first steps of adulting. Then one day, Kiya came over to tell me that she was seeing someone. I feigned excitement and told her, “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Tell know more!” But in my mind, I thought “Andddd I’m never going to see you again!”

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Slowly, Kiya found the great love of her life —Kush and she didn’t need anyone else. There was just something about the way she talked about her boyfriend that didn’t sit well with me. She would say things like “Oh Kush doesn’t let me wear this dress if he is not around” “Kush hates it when I am late,” and “He would be livid if he knew I was drinking.” I tried talking to her about this but my friend was already gone from my life. At this point, I should also add that her boyfriend hated my guts and TBH he had his reasons.

Losing a friend was like slowly getting ghosted. The replies became less frequent, girls’ nights were over for her and Kiya’s rant calls disappeared. She was always busy. There’s no sugarcoating it— it sucks to be hurt by a friend.

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Kiya got consumed with being in love and would only reemerge when things had gone to crap and she needed someone to cry to. I would happily offer her all the love I had but then she would go MIA again. I started my new job and night shifts and a crappy boss really squeezed my emotional bandwidth. I needed my friend to just listen to me occasionally but perhaps she had already moved on and forgotten to tell me about it.

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Weeks turned into months and months into years. We both had new lives now and the only form of communication was an occasional reaction to Instagram stories. This year, I got her wedding invitation and I decided to show up. It all went well, Kiya was happy I think or would like to believe but she was no longer my friend.

I had no clue about her life, she didn’t know a thing about me. The pretense of friendship was over and her wedding was the final goodbye for me. I knew I had to forgive her to cherish the friendship I had. Maybe sometimes friendships don’t survive and you are left on your own. This doesn’t mean that the friendship was worthless, it was just for a short duration. I still want the best for her and I hope she does too.

A small part of me wonders if she will stumble upon this story some day and give me a call. Or maybe she will put on the earrings I gifted her and think of me. Or maybe she won’t remember anything. So, Kiya if you ever read this, just remember—I still have your blue top and I won’t return it, it was me who puked in your bag on that Goa trip and most importantly, I forgive you. I hope you forgive me too.

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21 Nov 2022

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