Friendship breakups are worse than romantic ones. When a lover hurts you, you cry and move on, but when someone you once called sister stabs you in the back, the wound cuts deeper than anyone can imagine. I never thought I would live to say this, but jealousy from my closest friend nearly ended everything I had worked so hard for.
Her name was Cynthia. We met back in campus and instantly clicked. We were the type of friends who dressed alike, went out together, and called ourselves “ride or die.” After campus, life took us on different paths. I quit employment to pursue business while she got stuck in a job she constantly complained about.To read more,click here
