A woman dated her boyfriend for nine months, and they often went out to eat with his two children. However, she noticed a pattern – he would “forget” his wallet, leaving her to pay the bill. This happened multiple times, leaving her broke. She felt like she was being taken advantage of, and her financial situation was suffering.
One night, she reminded him to bring his wallet, but he laughed it off. At the restaurant, his children ordered expensive meals, and when she asked about his wallet, he claimed to have forgotten it again. She had had enough and left the restaurant, refusing to pay for them again.
Her boyfriend called her selfish, saying she had no sympathy for him and his children. He claimed he had to cancel their food order and take them home hungry. However, the woman felt it wasn’t fair to always expect her to pay. “I’m not prepared to pay for him and his children each time we go on a date. I don’t feel it’s fair,” she said. She was tired of being taken advantage of and wanted a more equal relationship.
Redditors sided with the woman, believing her boyfriend was using her. They pointed out that his consistent “forgetfulness” was likely a tactic to take advantage of her kindness. The woman stood by her decision, and the community supported her, saying she had every right to prioritize her own financial well-being.
I Wanted to Teach My Husband a Lesson for Cheating on Me, but Life Punished Me Instead
Bethany’s perfect life shatters when she discovers a love note hidden in her husband’s jacket, hinting at his infidelity. Devastated and consumed by betrayal, she spirals into a quest for revenge that may destroy the very family she cherishes.
My name is Bethany, and I had everything a woman could ask for: a devoted husband, Noah, and two wonderful kids, Darcy and Jake. Every morning, I’d wake up feeling blessed, thinking, “This is it. I’ve made it.”
Until one mistake destroyed everything.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was doing one of those deep cleans where you end up finding all sorts of forgotten treasures and junk. I was sorting through Noah’s jackets, wondering how one man could need so many, when I felt something crinkle in the pocket.
Curious, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, thinking it was an old receipt or a shopping list.
I unfolded the note, and my heart stopped. The words blurred as my mind tried to make sense of them.
“I will never forget Friday night. You were the best! I love you! I hope you will still divorce her and we will have the children we dream of!”
My hands shook. My first thought was denial. No, this couldn’t be true. Noah had said he was working late that Friday. He even brought home a project he was supposedly working on.
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