I’m still reeling from what happened last night with my boyfriend, Will. For the past seven months, he’s had this pattern of never paying when we go out. Every single time, it’s some excuse — “card declined,” “forgot my wallet,” “just paid a huge bill, can you cover it?” Always followed by, “Next one’s on me, promise!” But that “next one” never came. I’ve been covering everything, and honestly, it feels so disrespectful.
I tried bringing it up, but he’d just brush it off. I was already frustrated, but on my birthday, at this ridiculously fancy restaurant, I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d step up. I gave him one last chance. But as the waiter approached with the check, Will started his usual routine, patting his empty pockets. “Oh, babe, you are not going to believe this, but…” That was it. My patience snapped.
Furious and hurt, I said, “I just need to pop to the ladies’ room,” grabbed my clutch, leaned toward the waiter, quietly told him to bring the check to the table, and then walked straight out the front door.
Outside, with my hands shaking, I transferred my half of the bill to his banking app and added a note: “Happy Birthday to me. This one’s on YOU for a change. Don’t call me.”
My phone blew up immediately with texts and calls. When I listened to the voicemails, he wasn’t worried or apologetic—he was furious. “You are selfish, childish gold-digger!” he shouted in one. “How DARE you abandon me?! You’re irresponsible and pathetic! You just ruined my night!”
So, yeah. I guess that was my “backfire.” He hasn’t texted since. Was I wrong? Did I handle it badly? What am I supposed to do now? It feels like a giant red flag, but I’m honestly so lost.
