At first, I didn’t mind. Relationships aren’t about keeping score, right? The first time his card “declined,” he looked genuinely embarrassed. The second time he “forgot his wallet,” he kissed my forehead and promised to make it up to me. The third time he’d “just paid a huge bill” and said, “Next one’s on me, babe. I swear.”
But the next one never came.
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Dinner dates. Movie tickets. Concert passes. Weekend trips. Even takeout. Somehow, when the check arrived, something always happened. And somehow, I always picked up the tab
I tried to talk to him about it once. I told him it didn’t feel good always being the one to pay. He laughed it off.
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“Why are you making this a big deal?” he said. “We’re a team. It all evens out.”
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