My relationship with this guy clocked a year earlier this month. I earn for myself, and I have never depended on him. We stay in different states. I wish I could enjoy privileges like every other girl does too, but things went south for him just a few months into the relationship. I decided to stick around and help get him back on his feet. Before the crash, there hadn’t been any tangible help from him. I couldn’t ask for things because I believed, “The right person would do it without you asking.” I literally did everything for myself.
Whenever I had things going on in my life that needed help, his reply was always, “Try to be good for me, babe.” Just when I was about to call the relationship quit—because if you cannot be there for me in a relationship, why don’t I just stay single?—the crash happened, and he began to feel depressed and all. I didn’t want to add a breakup to what he was going through because, aside from the financial part, he ticks the boxes of an ideal boyfriend. But just recently, I discovered there was another lady in the picture, and now I hate myself for being stupidly in love and not leaving when I should have.
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