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.
My Brother Kicked Our Grandma out Because She Had No Money Left – She Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget
When my brother Paul kicked Grandma Eleanor out for not contributing financially, I took her in, driven by love and loyalty. As she rebuilt her life and found unexpected success, Paul’s regret surfaced, but I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken bonds.
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul said, slamming his cup down on the table. “She’s costing too much.”
“Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I could see the tension in his jaw, the frustration in his eyes.
“That was then. Things are different now,” he said, crossing his arms. “She doesn’t bring anything to the table anymore. She just sits there, painting and wasting time.”
“Those paintings mean something to her,” I said. “And they could mean something to us if we let them.”
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