The one friend I had to let go of because of his behavior was a childhood friend. We had an entirely different lifestyle, and even social circles. He is very skilled at maintaining different categories of friends, ranging from those from good, morally sound families to others who are less desirable. Being our classmate, my friends and I could not just push him away, so we continued the friendship. We eventually graduated, and that was the perfect time to go our separate ways. I eventually realized that it was not that easy. Chigozie, whose house was not far from mine always visited. Sometimes, he would bring people with questionable character, making the harsh reality more apparent. My parents at some point had to ask questions, questions that eventually led to me dismissing him from coming around. Using my parents as an excuse was afterall more convenient. At this point, claiming busy did the magic, I never aved myself to see him outside of our house, and that naturally killed the relationship.
Her name is Pearl, and I never got to meet her; yet I had to end the relationship. It is even probably the case that her name is not really Pearl since she lied about almost everything. That aside, she was an amazing personality afterall, but I am yet to place my fingers on why she decided to keep some facts about her hidden. The fact that I do not know her well at some point became enough reason to stop. I was young, naive and inquisitive. Given how shy I was around girls, I never had a relationship in school. I just graduated from secondary school (high school), and had lots of unanswered question on what it means to be with a lady.
I guess my relationship with Pearl was an innocent quest for love, and it ended a relationship that never began. The innocent me met Pearl in a telegram dating group, a lady that came up with an emergency an hour to our first date. We went on to establish a relationship via WhatsApp calls, but she never allowed video calls. She told pathetic stories of how she needed money to take care of emergencies, and I hard to send money on few occasion to her. At some point the ghosting was becoming too much, but I kept enduring hoping that she will eventually come around. I only got to see pictures of a gorgeous lady why I now believe might have been faked, a picture that was at some point mixed up with another. The whole stuff finally came to an end on the day she referred to herself with another name in a voice note she sent to me. I asked her, but she played her usual game blaming me for not trusting her enough.
I must admit that my relationship with Pearl was not completely bad; we had some amazing times together. The only problem is that she obviously never wanted us, it is evidenced in the fact that she hid hee indentity for reasons I never was able to figure out.
