“Our friendship began at university. We were both single, we were destined for the same career. We became very close very quickly. In the evening, we spent hours putting the world to rights over a drink. We went on vacation together. There was not a shadow on the board.
After a year, she met her boyfriend. I immediately liked it a lot. She had a much more stable love life than mine, which was disastrous. From that point of view, she was my compass. I asked him for advice; I often told him that his situation was enviable, that I hoped one day to have a life like his. For my part, I think I served as an anchor for her when she had a hard time. She is a very anxious person, she confided in me and I tried to reassure her.
We continued like this, seeing each other at least once a week, for six years. At the beginning of 2021, I met my boyfriend. Very quickly, I felt that our relationship would be lasting. Barely six months later, my father learned that he was sick: cancer.
At the same time, my friend also experienced big changes in her life. She, who was a pure Parisian, was not able to stay in the capital. Her boyfriend needed nature and space, and they couldn’t afford to find accommodation meeting these criteria in Paris. They decided to settle in the Paris region, more green. For her, it was heartbreaking to leave the town where she lived with her mother. After moving, she told me about her feelings of social decline. With his departure, his mother also had to leave and take a studio in the suburbs. It was difficult for her to live with.
“But your guy has money!” »
Conversely, I moved in with my boyfriend, who earns a good living, in a fairly large Parisian apartment – not a palace either. She started to make little comments to me, constantly referring me to this gap between us. At that time, I had just started my own business, the money was not flowing freely. And, with my father’s cancer, I frequently had to interrupt my activity to go visit him in the town where he lived. But it was impossible for me to open up to my friend: every time I told her that I was stressed about my finances, she brushed it aside, saying: “But your guy has money!” Sure, my boyfriend lives a comfortable life, but it’s his money, not mine.
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