From those we least expect and trust, we sadly receive betrayal. Friends are supposed to be loyal and, unlike acquaintances, they are there for us through thick and thin, and would never, ever betray us. I want to talk about two cases that happened to me to answer the question. The first one happened to me in college, when I was in my second semester of industrial engineering. I was taking Drawing I among the subjects for that semester. I had two friends, and we seemed inseparable, but I was closer to one of them

We had finished the semester, but Drawing I had not been completed. The professor sometimes showed up, but it was unclear whether the course would continue or not. In view of this, those of us who were from other cities went home. One day, that friend called me to tell me that we had to draw a piece on a sheet of paper that we had to leave with Mrs. Norma in the study office. The next day, I traveled to her house, and she explained how to do the drawing, but with some hostility. We were already in the registration period, so that same day we went to register and leave the drawing as she had told me, in the study office. I don't remember why, but she carried the sheet in a folder, and after we enrolled, she went to accompany our other friend to the bus stop because she was leaving.

Then, I didn't hear from her. I looked for her all over the university, asked about her, and even went to Mrs. Norma, who told me that my poster hadn't been handed in. Someone told me that they had seen her and that she was looking for me. After a while, the professor came to collect the papers, and mine wasn't there. I went to her house to look for it, and to my surprise, there she was, and so was my paper. I asked her why she hadn't handed it in, and she said she had a headache. Thanks to her bad behavior, I failed the class, and to make matters worse, my other “friend” blamed me for what happened. Later, I found out that the “friend” who didn't turn in my paper was having a secret relationship with that professor. I felt truly betrayed.

The other case involved my cousin's husband, whom I considered a cousin and a friend. He was having problems with his wife, so I gave him a helping hand, helping him in any way I could. I also hired him to do some work around the house, for which I paid him, of course. But then something terrible happened. Some criminals were going to break into my house because they had the keys to the upstairs door. I had given him those keys so he could paint that part of the house, trusting him completely. That door hadn't been opened for months because he had already finished that job. Fortunately, the criminals couldn't get in because the door had a bolt that they couldn't break. They could have killed me and stolen everything.

When I asked him for the keys, he became defensive and couldn't explain why the keys were outside the house. Interestingly, two days before the attempted robbery, I noticed that he had removed the bolt, and I put it back in place. If I hadn't, they would have gotten in. It was a disappointment and a betrayal from someone I thought was a friend.