He Claimed He “Forgot” His Wallet on My Birthday—So I Turned the Tables Completely

But it didn’t even out.

It felt less like a partnership and more like I was quietly sponsoring his lifestyle.

Still, I loved him. Or at least, I loved the version of him that held my hand in public and talked about our future like it was already written. So when my birthday came around, and he told me he’d made reservations at this ridiculously fancy restaurant downtown, I let myself hope.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the night he’d finally show up.

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