The ugly side (cont..2)

 “She is a really nice human being” with a calm voice he tried to explain “but then when it’s me, she loses her shit” he added


“What does she do that ticks you off so much?” I asked him

“It’s just that, she gets completely possessive, like aggressive possessive when she is on the phone or with texts” he replies frustrated “ like she will text, then within the minutes she will text me at least 5 times without even waiting for a reply, or giving me a chance of it” 

“The procedure doesn’t end there” he added after a brief pause “ she will call soon like within seconds and she will blame that all on me with sentences such as 

‘why wouldn’t you reply to me? I know I am not worth it because your preferences are different’ 

And then she will gain sympathy from everyone else saying I ignore her”


“But that’s normal I feel when it comes to someone you are dating”  I explained to him “ like not so much but yeah, I am sure if you explain it to her nicely she would understand”


“No it’s not when you're in the middle of it, it’s just mental torture when your in the middle of it” he explained in distress “and to an extent, it would have been okay if we were dating, I have told her I don’t look at her in that way, we are just friends”

He just looked at the sun setting and took a pause. I could make out the frustration on his face while he was trying to find a way to explain his situation to me, but he just couldn’t 

“She stalked me, she knows where I am, what I do, she keeps on texting me on the topics of how she’s not my choice, and how she will never be, the things she wants to do with me and so on, it is not okay”

He just puts his hand on the head as he explains to me how the situation was 

“She’s just abnormally possessive for a casual friend” he added with a firm sarcastic tone.

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