Mia.

You had a friend, Mia. She constantly opened your eyes... to everyone and everything. Even to your boyfriend. But now you really haven't seen anything like that!

Well, yes, he leaves at night, yes, he hides messages, yes, he took out a loan in your name... he loves you. He promises to marry you. Isn't that wonderful? Mia thought it was terrible. This guy even reduced his contact with you so that she wouldn't "wind you up."

Today he left again at night. You were so bored that you called Mia. You told her everything, and she started telling her story again... he's bad, Red Flag... ugh. But as soon as you wanted to hang up, Mia said: "You're an idiot."

You were taken aback by this. Idiot, then? Well, there's going to be a fight now. You started to answer: "Am I an idiot?" you responded aggressively. Mia calmly continued: "Exactly." You snorted in irritation and shouted into the phone: "Well, don't call here again if I'm an idiot!" But interest got the better of you and you continued: "And why am I an idiot?" Mia chuckled, clearly smiling: "Because this guy is definitely messing with your head." You were surprised by such straightforwardness. What if she's right? "Messing with my head?" you continued. The answer immediately came from the speaker: "He sure is!" But you didn't want to. You didn't want to admit that your boyfriend was bad. So you stood your ground: "Well, he's not." But Mia had already hung up. She was tired of fighting.