Annette and I were friends in high school.  We were so close you would think we shared the same womb when we were fetuses. Some people even mistook us for sisters. Sometimes we would giggle and say, “Yes, we are sisters from another mother.” Other times we would just politely shake our heads and say, “No, we are friends.” It depends on the mood you find us in.

After high school, I took a two-year course at our university while she studied a four-year program. This meant I completed school before she did. After school, I lived with my parents in the city while she lived with her mum at home. The changes in our circumstances did not affect our friendship. We were still as close as two peas in a pod.

Fortunately, I didn’t stay home for long before I landed myself a job in a good company. When I got the job she was still in school so I promised her; “When you complete your studies I will fight for you to get a job in our company. The place is good.” She agreed.

Now, when she finished her education she travelled to the city for the job interview. Luckily she did well. She proved that she deserved to be there, and not just because she knew someone on the inside. Truthfully, we were all overjoyed when we received news that she passed the interview.

She couldn’t start immediately though. They were opening a branch. That’s where they planned to station her. So she had to wait for the place to open before she could start work. She has been living with me for the past two months now as a result.

I have been the one providing for everything since she moved in. I didn’t have a problem with that because she only finally started working last month. She is even yet to receive her first pay.

My problem is, she is beginning to make me uncomfortable in my own apartment. For instance, ever since she moved in with me my fiance has not visited me. We agreed that it wasn’t right for us to do our lovey-dovey things and get intimate in the same room I share with her.

My fiancé and I are this close to settling down. He is the one who bought almost everything in my apartment, including bedding. He had every right to insist on visiting me despite my friend’s presence. Yet he chose to respect our privacy. In the end, I am the one who always visits him when we want to spend some time together.

Recently, I went on leave so I travelled home to spend some time with my folks. When I came back I realized that this girl brought a man to my place and they had intimacy. That’s not even my problem. What annoyed me was they left stains of their affair on the sheets for me to come and find. The house was messy too.

When I first asked if she brought a man to my house, she refused. However, I pushed and pushed until she finally asked, “Why, is there something wrong if I bring a man here?” I showed her the stained sheet and asked her to take care of it but she refused. It bothered me that they were on my sheets so I washed them, while she sat down doing her own stuff.

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I told her, “It is my matrimonial bed you left that mess on. I sleep there with my fiance so I am not pleased with what you did.” Since then, she has not been talking to me. She doesn’t perform any house chores. She would eat whatever I cook, and then leave the dishes for me to come and clean up and wash.

I Called Her Affair Partner And He Said Something I Will Never Forget

Because of her behavior, I decided to go through her phone and see the man she was dating. What I found was not pleasant. You should see the mean things my friend was saying about me to her boyfriend. I am so disheartened to know I live with someone who doesn’t think I am a good person.

As I write this, I am thinking of telling her to go and rent her own place by the end of the month when she receives her first pay. However, I can’t help but wonder if I am being too harsh. She has a child back home and is currently the breadwinner of her family. That’s why I was doing my best to make things easier for her. But after what I have seen, I can’t continue to help someone who doesn’t like me. What do I do now?

— Patty

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