Beware of bastard friends. As if the one in my last post wasn't enough, I've had to break up with another friend. This girl, Lola and I were friends for most of Uni. I met her on the same day I met my ex; the only serious relationship I had in Uni; which lasted 3 years. It was one of those club parties, and I had gone with another friend. I met the ex, Tony and we instantly kicked it off. That same night, Tony's friend had come to the party with Lola.


At the end of the night, Tony offered to drop me off [I didn't drive; as I went with my friend but she decided to leave the party early while I was having way too much fun with Tony]. His friend then asked if he could drop Lola off as well, since Lola lived just two streets from Tony. Obviously, they dropped me off first. And then he went to drop Lola. I kept calling that night to find out if he ever made it back in one piece, but he never answered until the next morning. He said he fell asleep.


Tony and I eventually bloomed into a full, overly intimate relationship and I definitely felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world. But then, him and Lola used to talk a lot. I remember jokingly asking him why he was talking to much to his friend's babe just from dropping her at home one night. Then this Lola babe started sending him  cryptic facebook messages. I didn't think too much of it. As he said, she's just one of those crazy girls.


One year into our relationship however, me and Lola's paths would cross again and we soon became buddies. Since then, we've been very good friends. She was even one of the names on my list of Bridesmaids, were I to ever have a regular wedding. I didn't. But you obviously already know why. My wedding took place in my parents' living room. Lol.


Now, Tony adds me on instagram these many years later and asks for my number, that we should catch up. I can't lie. He was the one great love of my life. And there's no excitement in my life these days, so I decided to catch up with him. That's how he started this whole story about wanting a fresh slate upon which to build a friendship. He now started coming clean about how he'd wronged me while we were dating and he confessed that he and Lola had apparently been having something for the entire duration of our relationship.


Imagine that? My advise sha, is to keep your lover and your friends very far apart. Yes, you trust your friends. But abeg, don't test them. Just keep them all far apart. I don't know how anyone would open their legs for their friend's man.


But then again, maybe I do. Story for another day.

See me see wahala oh. Sometimes, it really isn't good to help people. My own friend, a girl I consider my sister, a girl I once gave up a trip abroad for; so that we could pay her school fees, is now claiming that my husband...my own husband...my own Gbenga...tried to toast her. Like what rubbish is that? How disrespectful is that? If Gbenga hears this now, he'll say he's been telling me to cut the stupid little bitch off. But do I ever listen? No.

Nene. Bastard little girl. She said her office sent her to Gbenga's office on some business. Of course he recognized her as my friend and invited her into his office after the meeting. She said he gave her money for lunch; well duh! What else would he do? He really takes on an almost fatherly role when it comes to my friends. The idiot now claims that as she was leaving his office, he asked what she was doing later that day and wanted to know if she could meet him at Sheraton. She supposedly told him she didn't think that'd be appropriate, and he proceeded to tell her that it wasn't a big deal. She said my own husband told her there was more than enough of him to go around.

IMAGINE! What kind of daft person is this? This story is obviously FABRICATED. I don't even know what to call it. Beef? It's really not good to tell your friends too much about how good your husband is to you. This is the kind of shit they try when they know what they're missing. My best guess is that she tried to flirt with him and he shut her down, and she's now telling foolish lies to drive a wedge between by husband and I. UGH!

Anyway. Step one was to unfriend her. Yes. I told her it's officially over between me and her. And we can never ever be friends again. I've also warned her that there will be dire consequences if I ever see her go near my husband again; work or not.

Trifling little whore.