He Came Asking Me To Give My Friend To Him But I Took Him For Myself

George came to me to ask me to help him win my friend, Lizzy. He sounded desperate to have Lizzy as his girlfriend, but the truth was only one. Lizzy had a boyfriend she had been dating for over a year. I told George the truth—that Lizzy was in a serious relationship. Not just a boyfriend, but the kind you don’t interrupt. The kind that had been there for over a year. He went quiet for a moment, then thanked me.

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A few weeks later, I found myself thinking about him more than I should—the way he spoke, the way he listened. The kind of man who asks for help instead of pretending he knows it all. So one evening, I sent him a message, “George, how about me? I’m single and would like to know you more.”

He didn’t reply immediately. When he finally did, it was careful and measured, almost like he was testing the ground before stepping on it. I understood him. I was the girl who had just told him I couldn’t help him get the woman he wanted. Now I was offering myself.

Days later, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. The first person I told was Lizzy. She didn’t scream for joy. She didn’t look like I had told her happy news. She just paused and said, “I thought George liked me ooo… so it was you he rather wanted?”

I got confused. I asked her if he had ever made a move on her, and she said no. She added, “He used to call me very often. Then suddenly, the calls stopped. No explanation. No proposal. Just silence. I was wondering what had happened to him since.”

We both tried to make sense of it. Lizzy finally concluded, “Maybe he wanted to use me as a bridge to get to you. That’s also very possible.”

This conclusion sounded reasonable and clean, so we both agreed on it and let everything slide. I got George. Our relationship started very quietly. If we didn’t tell you about it, you wouldn’t know. No, we were not hiding. We were careful in love because we knew we had a long way to go.

Since we started dating, anytime the three of us are in the same space, something feels off for me. I can’t explain it, but I feel there’s something creeping around quietly. George would be talking to me, but his eyes would follow Lizzy. She would laugh, and he would pause. She would move, and his attention would move with her.

I started watching them intentionally, like someone looking for proof of a suspicion they’re afraid to confirm. The more I watched, the more I saw. I picked up signals that George really is in love with Lizzy and not me. He watches her every move and concentrates on her instead of me. When I asked him, he denied it calmly and convincingly. He said he felt nothing for her, that he was only being nice because she was my friend.

But kindness doesn’t look like that. Lizzy too, she isn’t innocent in it. There were moments when she did more than she should, like she was in a competition with me. I dismissed those moments because I wanted peace, but I didn’t feel peace. I felt replaced in my own relationship, like I was standing in the middle of something that belonged to two other people.

It made me feel small, like I had taken something that wasn’t mine and was trying to enjoy it quietly before the real owner returned.

George hasn’t done anything wrong since we started loving each other. He shows up. He cares. He keeps his word. On paper, he is everything I should want, but love is not paper. And every time Lizzy is around, what they have feels louder than what he has with me. The chemistry when Lizzy is around feels stronger than what he has with me, and it hurts me.

It’s Not God’s Law For A Man To Apologize To A Woman

It’s the reason I want to let the relationship go so I can have my peace of mind. But the question that rings in my head anytime I want to let go is, what if I’m wrong and it’s my mind that’s deceiving me? What if all of this is just in my head?

And that is the part that keeps me here.

—Lady 

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