My Boyfriend “Forgot” His Wallet One Too Many Times—So I Taught Him a Lesson He Won’t Forget
When I started dating Evan, I thought he was the total package—charming, funny, and a great dad to his two kids, Liam and Emma. As someone without kids, I admired how he seemed to balance fatherhood and dating so well.
But after a few months, the shine started to wear off.
Every week, we’d go out to eat with his kids. Evan always chose the place, often opting for expensive spots. The first time he “forgot” his wallet, I didn’t mind picking up the tab. The second time, I was a little skeptical. By the fifth, I knew it wasn’t just forgetfulness—it was a habit.
I bit my tongue for months, not wanting to embarrass him in front of the kids. I was working two jobs just to stay afloat, while he acted like every meal was on an unlimited tab—my tab. His kids would order the most expensive items, and Evan always smiled and said, “They deserve it.”
Meanwhile, I was drowning financially and emotionally.
My sister begged me to speak up, but I kept making excuses. Until one Friday night—when I had plans for a quiet evening to myself—Evan dropped by with the kids and pushed for dinner out again. I hesitated, told him I hadn’t been paid yet, and he promised to pay this time.
Before we left, I texted him: “Don’t forget your wallet this time!” He replied with a laughing emoji.
At the restaurant, he let the kids go wild with their orders. The bill was enormous. When I leaned in and reminded him he said he’d pay, he gave his usual routine—patting empty pockets and saying he must’ve left his wallet at home.
That was the last straw.
I stood up, looked him in the eye, and said loudly, “I’m not paying for this.” I asked the waiter for a separate bill for my food only and left Evan sitting there stunned, the kids still sipping milkshakes.
Later, he called me furious, saying I embarrassed him in front of his kids. I told him flatly: “You’ve been using me. I’m done being your backup wallet.” When he tried to guilt me by bringing up how tight money was as a single dad, I reminded him that I worked two jobs—and he’d never once even tried to pay me back.
His response? “Maybe we need to rethink how you treat my kids.”
That was it.
I told him: “They deserve better than a father who manipulates others.” Then I hung up, blocked his number, and never looked back.
Breaking up with Evan wasn’t just about money. It was about respect. I want a partner, not someone who sees me as an ATM. And I hope, wherever he is now, his wallet is finally getting some use.
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