When Natalie’s boyfriend conveniently ‘forgets’ his wallet every time they dine out with his kids, a woman is left footing the bill over and over, until she finally has enough. With her patience and bank account drained, she decides to take a stand, uncovering his true colors in the process. When I first started dating Evan, I thought he was perfect.
At 39, he was charming, funny, and such a devoted father to his two kids, Liam and Emma. As a 32-year-old with no kids of my own, I admired how he juggled everything with grace. Or so I thought.
It wasn’t until months later that I noticed the cracks in his seemingly perfect persona. It started small. Once a week, we’d take his kids out for dinner.
Evan always picked the restaurants, sometimes casual diners, sometimes pricier spots. “Come on, Natalie,” he would say. “Let’s live a little!”
The kids loved it, squealing over desserts and new menu items.
At first, I didn’t mind it one bit. I figured that he wanted to make special memories with them, and I was happy to be part of it. But then, the bills started piling up.
The first time Evan “forgot” his wallet, I didn’t think much of it. “Oh no, Nat!” he said with an apologetic smile, patting his pockets. “I must’ve left it at home.
Can you get this one? I’ll pay you back, of course.”
The second time, I raised an eyebrow. The third time, I felt a twinge of unease.
By the fifth time, I knew it wasn’t an accident. But what could I do? The kids were there, and it wasn’t their fault that their dad kept conveniently forgetting his wallet.
They didn’t know I was struggling to make ends meet, working two part-time jobs just to stay afloat. For months, I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Liam and Emma.
They were just innocent kids in this whole mess. And they adored Evan. I didn’t want to shatter the image they had of him.
“But you’ve got to speak up, Nat,” my sister, Laurel, said. “This is just going to keep adding up.”
“But I feel bad!” I said, taking a pie out of the oven. “Yes, I get that.
But you need to know that Evan is going to expect it. You’ve allowed it to go on for too long now. Please, Natalie.
For your own sake, I need you to sort this out.”
“How? Do you want me to forget my card the next time?”
“If that’s what it takes!” she exclaimed. “Now, can I have a slice of that pie?
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