Today, July 30, it is the International Friendship Day, and makes me think. I wanted to share a story about a particular friendship that began during my first year at the university. I arrived somewhat reserved but totally open to making new friends. Naturally I gravitated to people from my own ethnic origin, which led to my initial friendship with someone who seemed calm and genuinely identifiable. I even had a family name, which approached me. We attended classes along with other new students, and I really considered her a friend, believing that she felt the same about me.

Because we were all friends, the person who presented us often came, slept in our house and stayed with us, all the usual things of girls. We would eat together and cook together, and we were really happy with her. We never feel any competition with her, and I don't think she felt any with us. At that moment, I really believed it was a healthy and happy relationship.

After we finished the Medicine School, my now closest friend told me gently something; This was about 6 years later. She said: “Do you know that our friendship with this person is a bit unilateral?” I was so surprised! Then, she began to list things she had never considered problems. For me, it was only “what life was like” or “what she was like.”

For example, my closest friend and I would handle the groceries, we would pay the light bills and cover the rent. This person did not contribute financially, and we were completely well with that because we understood their limited cash flow from home. But my friend said that every time this person had money, I was going to celebrate with other people, sometimes even girls who really did not consider her a friend. At one point, one of the girls discovered that she was having something with her boyfriend, and all her friends turned against her; They literally contract against her and almost He devoured her. She returned to us and we inform her again that this lifestyle is not the best way to live. He had single boys inviting out, but somehow he preferred those with girlfriends; I can never understand why.

A summer, she was involved with another girl's boyfriend while that girlfriend was out of summer vacation in her home country. He even got an elegant cup and showed it to me; I couldn't wait to give him the cup, and he was hoping that he could become a relationship, so I perceived. It could be wrong. I told him that the cup was lovely, and I really loved that it was so artistic and pretty. She has excellent eyes for things, but I also warned her that a summer adventure thus, hurting someone, would only lead to heartbreak for her and the problems between her and the boy's girlfriend when she returned. She did not listen, and when the bride returned, the boy stopped talking to her, and came to cry to us. She made many questionable decisions, and we were always there for her, warning her when she was wrong.

There was even a time when we had a private conversation between us, the girls about something, and she went and told the guy who was seeing (the bride and her friends confronted her and confronted her). I learned about this because she used my laptop to log in to Facebook. Sometimes I used my laptop, and we generally didn't care if Facebook was logged in while someone else used it. We were free, just being friends, but she shared our conversation with him. She left her open Facebook, and my closest friend was using my laptop when she saw a message appear and realized that this person had shared our private conversation with him. Even then, I didn't confront it. I forgot about that and moved on. I felt that she was my friend; She made a mistake and that was fine.

But knowing what I know today, I can't say that he cared about a curse for us. And that's fine. When my friend told me how she felt about our friendship with this person, we ended up laughing at that; We joked, and that's where we left it.

Maybe he wonders why I'm sharing all this today. It is because it is International Friendship Day. This story is a powerful reminder to appreciate the true friends of your life. My closest friend taught me a lot about the limits and genuine connection and friendship. I used to be quite naive, always giving, always forgiving (which is good), and never questioning if they took advantage of me. My friend always wondered why I never had a problem with the way it was that dynamic of friendship, why I did not see that they use us, especially when this person would spend money on makeup for her or gifts for others, but did not really contribute to our shared life expenses. She asked me: “Why didn't you see it? Why does it only come to us when things go wrong and then celebrate their victories with others?” I really told him that I was fine because I know I didn't have much. My The friend then replied and told me: What happens when he did, and she was going to celebrate with others? “Or why wasn't I proud that we were her friend?