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This is a story based on my life experiences during high school. Every story in here actually happened and the only thing I've changed are the names.
I know some people's experiences can most definitely be worse than mine but a toxic friend is a toxic friend. Someone who is "a little toxic" is still toxic.
I'm doing this as a kind of therapy for myself, I've talked about all these events with many of my friends (and they've reassured me that this is in fact toxic behavior) but I can't even talk about it with my family because of a few things that happened. I want to stop mulling over it and obsessing so I feel like writing it down so it's permanently in the universe will make me feel better.
This is my closure, I have never had a real sit down with her to get over everything that happened and I probably never will. Not every relationship you have will get or need closure but you should still try to make peace within yourself and that is what this will be for me.
I know another reason I'm writing this is because I feel like even in college I'm still living life for my ex-best friend. Every time I wear an outfit or get a boyfriend I wonder what SHE would say and I hate that she has this hold on me even after everything has happened and our friendship is dead. I don't want her living rent free in my mind, so she can live rent free in a wattpad story about her.
I'm not sure if I'm even going to publish this story but it felt important to write. 
I'm partially paranoid that she'll find it, but in the back of my mind I keep asking myself WHY I CARE, like why should I care if she found this? I don't even think she will but that stress is still in my mind.
If I decide to publish this I hope other people with toxic friends will stop telling themselves the things I told myself to dismiss the behavior. You are not crazy, you are not overreacting, they are really ARE treating you like shit.
If you've made it this far and really want to read it, feel free.All Rights Reserved

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My Barren Wife

Mpho and I have been together for eight years and married for six. We met in my third year of varsity.I was twenty one and he was twenty two. We became friends as he and my best friend's boyfriend, who is currently her husband, are best friends. I wasn't looking for a relationship. He just happened. I had broken up with my childhood boyfriend of seven years.(Yes! I said seven years but that's a story for another day) back to Mpho and I ,we built everything From scratch, the company he works for my provident fund helped him start it up with his best friend KG. I used to work as an Account at Investec Bank, I graduated with cum laudes, so I was headhunted, the world was my oyster. I wanted to go to New York and work in Wall Street for a few years then settle down. Mpho had different plans. He proposed marriage and told me nothing will change,silly naive me fell for that.I turned down New York because what kind of wife leaves her husband for a year unattended,who's going to cook for him ,clean for him and take care of his needs they said.Like I was some live in maid. Mxm!! He asked me to quit my job when business was doing well. We wanted to start a family and we were not getting lucky. He convinced me that it's my job thats giving me stress and if I was more relaxed we would probably conceive.That however was also not the case,we have spent over 800k on medical bills trying insemination and tests but we have not been lucky. My mother, as a prayer warrior, has taken me to church for prayers. Nothing happened.Other than Mpho's family giving me names and his mother disrespecting me and degrading me in front of other family members. My husband had failed to protect me or reparmend them. Instead now he has also joined in on the abuse.