Why You Shouldn’t Take Relationship Advice from a Best Friend: Nigerian Woman Shares Her Bitter Experience.
A Nigerian woman’s personal story about a relationship crossroads is resonating with many online, offering a simple but powerful reminder about love, pride, and the company we keep.
Sharing her experience on Facebook, the woman recounted a familiar scenario for many couples: the turbulent phase where small disagreements spark big fights. Three years ago in Abuja, during one such heated moment with the man she loved “stubbornly,” she walked out, angry and hurt.
“I didn’t go home. I went straight to my friend’s place,” she wrote. This friend, however, was recently single and heartbroken after her own boyfriend cheated. In the woman’s own words, her friend was “the perfect candidate” to help her “verbally finish my man.”
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The plan was to move on instantly. Declaring she would never go back, she agreed to her friend’s suggestion of a movie date—described frankly as “a perfect place to meet a new catch.”
But fate, or perhaps stubborn love, had other plans. En route in a taxi, her phone rang. It was him.
Her friend was quick with advice: “Don’t pick it. Show him that you’ve moved on.”
In that split second, the woman faced a choice between nursing her wounded pride with a fellow wounded friend, or listening to her heart. She looked at her friend and, feeling “hopelessly, romantically” drawn, she answered the call.
That decision changed the course of the evening. “That ‘hello’ from this son of man threw me completely off balance,” she confessed, disarmed by the “sweet nonsense” he spoke.
The cab ride, and the plan for revenge, was over. With a final glance at her stunned friend, the woman politely asked the driver to stop, got out, and hailed another taxi—this time, headed straight back to her man’s place.
The straightforward story has sparked a wave of reactions. Many readers applaud her for following her heart, noting how bitterness from a third party can often escalate a simple quarrel. Others chuckle at the relatable suddenness of her U-turn, powered by nothing more than a familiar voice on the phone.
It’s a slice-of-life tale that underscores a universal truth: sometimes, the loudest advice in our ear isn’t the wisest for our own unique story. And sometimes, love means hanging up on pride and telling the taxi driver to take a different route.
READ THE STORY IN HER OWN WORDS:
Three years ago, when I was still in Abuja, I loved a man.No, we loved each other stubbornly.
When our relationship left the first stage, it entered the second, the stage where fights erupt easily over the flimsiest things. During one of those fights, I angrily walked out of his house. Deep down, though, I wanted him to call.
I didn’t go home. I went straight to my friend’s place. Her boyfriend had just cheated on her and they’d broken up. She was the perfect candidate, who better to help me verbally finish my man than someone freshly wounded?
The moment I arrived, I declared that nothing on earth would make me go back to him. She suggested a movie date. I agreed.
In her words, “A perfect place to meet a new catch.”While we were in the taxi, my phone rang. We both looked at the screen.
It was my man.“Don’t pick it,” she said. “Show him that you’ve moved on.”
I stared at her, hopelessly, romantically, and said, almost out loud,
“Let me pick up and tell him that I’m not interested again.”Before I could stop myself, I answered.
That “hello” from this son of man threw me completely off balance, followed by other sweet nonsense he spoke into my ears.
“I’m coming,” I said.
My friend and I stared at each other. With the very last drop of shame left in me, I politely told the cab driver to stop, got down, and took another taxi, straight to my man’s place.
Ihunanya di egwu 😩
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