When ‘Niceness’ Is Emotional Abuse

I met B during my long and painful NYSC year. B was a medical student, top of his class, the kind of guy mothers described as ‘having prospects.’ We became friends soon after; having long phone conversations, exchanging sarcasm laden barbs and making routine cinema runs. It wasn’t long before he was talking about transitioning our friendship into a relationship. B wasn’t physically particularly my type (at 5’8 he was basically another woman in my eye) but he was super smart and we always had a good time together, so I was like heck, lets give it a try.

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