My (22F) story is so unique it feels like it could only happen to someone like me. I’ve never met anyone who’s gone through anything remotely similar.
In Norway, when ordering a SIM card with a subscription, a great credit score is essential. The system allows someone to purchase a SIM card under their name for another person if they can’t qualify on their own. I did this for my ex-friend because she couldn’t get one due to her low credit score. She was living with her abusive brother at the time, who hid food from her, forced her to free bleed during her period, and subjected her to unimaginable cruelty.
We were long distance friends (we met in high school), but I wanted to help her escape his abuse. She struggled to find a job without a phone number, so I stepped in. I said she could use my phone number, and when recruiters called, I turned on my phone speaker called her on my iPad via telegram so she could speak to them. Eventually, she landed a job.
Even though I wasn’t in a good place financially, I sent her money whenever I could, bought her period care products, and shipped her necessities. I wanted to help her depend on me instead of her brother. Despite not having much, I splurged on her and reassured her she could trust me. I offered her a SIM card under my name, the SIM card was her last step toward independence, and we agreed that she’d pay for it herself.
Things were fine until April of 2024, when my life fell apart. I was deeply depressed and feeling suicidal, failing my classes, and stuck in a toxic home environment. I couldn’t keep my promises to her, and when she called, I lied and said I hadn’t seen her messages because I couldn’t admit how bad things were.
Instead of understanding, she turned it into a two hour fight. She accused me of being untrustworthy and equated me to her ex-friends who had lied to her. When I tried to explain or empathize, she labeled me as manipulative because I knew “the right thing to say”, or saying that I’m gaslighting her when I simply asked her if she could repeat her question because I was zoning out and was so scared The final straw was when she asked if I had lied about seeing her tattoo. Her tattoo symbolized freedom from abuse, and I felt so guilty for not celebrating it that I admitted to lying. That opened the floodgates for even more attacks. She asked if I was a liar by default and made me question everything about myself.
I froze during the fight, overwhelmed and terrified. She left me broken, and after it ended, she disappeared. She blocked me, erased me from her life, and abandoned the financial responsibility of the SIM card under my name.
Her betrayal ruined my credit score and left me dealing with consequences (till this day) I didn’t deserve. At the time, I was financially illiterate and just trying to help a friend escape abuse. Instead, I was repaid with cruelty, abandonment, and financial ruin.
For months, I saw myself as a liar because of her words. It took everything in me to rebuild, and while I believe in forgiveness, I can’t find it in my heart for her. For the first time in my life, I made dua against someone, asking Allah to hold her accountable.
I don’t think I was a doormat in this situation. What I did, I did because I was desperate to help a friend in need who was barely hanging on due to the severity of her circumstances. This kind of service is so common within families in Norway, and I wasn’t aware it could harm me financially if the other party didn’t uphold their commitments.
Now that it’s been almost a year, I’m reclaiming my narrative. I carry no burden of feeling like the financial betrayal was my fault, it’s entirely hers. I trusted her, and she betrayed me. She spoke about integrity and claimed to value honesty during our fight, but her actions failed to align with those values. Integrity isn’t something you abandon just because you feel someone isn’t worthy of it or because they’ve tested you. When I reflect on this, I realize how much better I am as a person compared to her and how much of her own faults she projected onto me. I’ve lived in alignment with my values, even when life made it difficult. For instance, I value respect in communication, and even when my mom disrespects me (something she does often) I disengage rather than crossing the line. On the rare occasions I snap, I feel immense guilt because it doesn’t align with who I am.
I carry a lot of pain, and lately, I’ve had dreams that make me question if I’m a bad person and if I deserved what happened. But I try to counteract those thoughts by reminding myself that I am an amazing friend (even though I struggle with believing it), what I did for her went above and beyond. It’s rare to find people who will support you through every means possible, yet I did that for her, always staying within my limits and without burning myself out.
It’s also rare to find people who will hold onto relationships and nurture them, even when life gets challenging. So many let hardships dictate how they treat others, but I held onto our bond and continued to show up despite my own struggles and the abusive household I lived in. I try to remind myself of this to avoid spiraling into fears about the future.
I worry that because of this friendship, a future friend might abandon me if I make a mistake or that a husband might want to divorce me if I’m not perfect. But I try to ground myself by acknowledging my strength, loyalty, and commitment and it hasn’t been helping me as much.