My Friends Abandoned Me When I Was Poor, Now They Can’t Stop Calling Me to Help Them
There was a time I believed friendship was everything. I trusted my friends with my secrets, my struggles, and my dreams. We laughed together, planned together, and promised to stand by each other no matter what. I never imagined that one day, money—or lack of it—would expose the truth about all of them.
My problems started slowly. My small business collapsed after losses piled up. What I had saved disappeared quickly, and debts followed me everywhere. I tried to stay positive, but life kept pushing me down. Bills increased. Rent became a problem. Food became a struggle. I still believed my friends would support me, even emotionally—but I was wrong.
As my situation worsened, my friends began changing. Calls reduced. Messages went unanswered. When I met them, conversations became short and uncomfortable. Some avoided me completely. Others gave excuses. I was no longer “useful” to them. Poverty made me invisible.
There were days I slept hungry. Days I walked long distances to avoid spending fare. Days I sat alone wondering how everything fell apart so fast. The pain was not just about money—it was about betrayal. People I trusted disappeared when I needed them most.
