INTRODUCTION
Inever expected to talk about toxic female friendships. As a man, I thought this kind of drama wasn't my area. I wasn't the one in group chats, I wasn't crying in bathrooms, and I wasn't the one being talked about behind my back — generally, not.
But then I was completely surrounded by it. fromString(Trapped in friendships that seemed flawless on the surface, but were actually riddled with envy, control, and quiet. And the worst part? These weren't just any girls. They were my nearest friends. My people. These friends calls us chosen family
At first, joining their world appeared delightful. I wasn't just a helper—I was significant to them. They exchanged their concealed secrets, their differences, their nighttime griefs. But gradually, I began to notice the fissures. Affection was used as a means to create disputes. The way in which loyalty was requested, but rarely returned. The way kindness came with conditions.
I didn't always understand what I was seeing, and sometimes I didn't talk when I should have. That's on me. But eventually, I realized that even if someone feels like family doesn't mean they're helpful for you. And simply because you're not the one getting hurt doesn't mean you're not part of the problem.
It's about how we can all collaborate to make a safer world for everyone. It's a story about the bad impact when friendships—no matter who they are—become harmful. It's troubling the lies we tell ourselves to stay close to people who hurt us. It's about climbing up.
Chapter 1: when three becomes four
This is a tale from my school years—when I had recently joined a new school. I was unaware of anyone, and I had low expectations too. But within a few days, I had made some really good friends. The kind who makes you laugh in the middle of a boring class. The kind who makes you feel like you belong.
There was a girl too. Yes, she was my friend too—but to be honest, she was more than just a "regular friend." We connected instantly. She knows me, and finds out my minor mistakes. I mentioned that, and at that time she was really good as a friend. At that moment, referring to her as merely a companion seemed inappropriate.
Now? Even calling her a friend feels wrong.
There were three of us—I, her, and one additional close friend. We were always together. Meal pauses, team assignments, humor lost on others. It seemed ideal. But then another individual joined—a fourth person. Initially, we didn't pay it any mind. Another member joins the team.
But slowly, things began to change.
Whispers started. Plans were made without me. Inside jokes I wasn't part of. The girl I used to be near, began distancing herself—gradually, in unexpected ways. I started to feel like a stranger in the team I assisted in creating.
It's believed that when a third individual intervenes in a relationship, complications arise. But when a fourth individual joins a group of three—that connection breaks softly, without any hint.
Back then I didn't expect that it would be a problem like it's ok to add someone in our group but now it's not okay to add someone without knowing about him/her.
That's where my story begins.
The fourth member of our group started to open up to me after a while. I initially ignored it mostly. Long discussions, shared laughter, and personal experiences exchanges abounded. Gradually but steadily I started to wonder, *Perhaps this is not so terrible… Perhaps I was overthinking everything.*
Under that warm front, though, something else was happening.
This person slowly changed my point of view little by little. Suddenly, things such as *Are your friends really true to you?I get you better than they do," he started appearing. Though it seemed like worry, it was really a more subtle form of exploitation.
I didn't notice it at the moment. I was utterly in the dark. And gradually I began to distance myself from the people who genuinely cared about me, above all the friend I was closest to, the one I never believed I would separate from.
It was already too late by the time I finally understood what was going on.
The relationship I had with my true friends was harmed. And the one who began it had ascended their height of control over me. I had forgotten my ability to distinguish right from wrong.
But then a flash of clarity hit, and something within me said—*This is not right.* I went back with my old friends and shared everything. I said, "I see it now. I messed up. Tell me what to do." They welcomed me back; things began to feel as they once were, and we experienced a period of happiness.
for a certain time.
But gradually they started interacting with that individual once more. They weren't aware of the whole story, and I battled to express it correctly.
Though I worked very hard to get across my point, individuals usually believe what they wish to believe.
And suddenly I was isolated.
Not just by one person, but rather by everyone I had anticipated staying with me.
But still there is a person who take stand for me even now he is my best-friend
Who is he?
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