15/03/2025
I never thought I’d be in this situation. I’m a guy in my late 20s, working hard to build something for myself. Money is tight sometimes, but I’ve always managed. Recently, though, I decided to try something—something I thought I’d never have the guts to do. I pretended I was broke.
It wasn’t a lie at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had been giving off the wrong impression. Every time we went out, I’d pay for dinner, for drinks, for whatever we did. I was always the one treating her, trying to make her happy. But something didn’t sit right. I noticed that when I’d mention anything about my finances or the struggles I was facing, she’d act sympathetic, but nothing deeper. She didn’t really care.
So, I decided to pull the plug—just for a little while, I told myself. I told her that I was having a hard time financially, that things were tight, that I wasn’t making as much as I used to. I figured she’d understand, right? I thought we were building something real, something solid. After all, we were supposed to be a team.
What happened next was… shocking.
At first, she seemed understanding. But as the days went on, she started to pull away. My calls went unanswered, my messages read but never replied to. Every time I tried to make plans, she had an excuse. “I’m busy,” “I’m tired,” “I’m with friends,” or just complete silence. She stopped making an effort, completely.
I felt something shift. The woman who used to text me back in an instant, who would be excited to see me, now treated me like a ghost. All because I wasn’t “financially up to par,” or at least, that’s what it felt like. I saw her true character unfold before my eyes. I wasn’t some valuable prize when I wasn’t flashing cash around or planning extravagant dates. I was just another guy—disposable.
It stung. It really did. I used to think she liked me for who I was. But now I see it: she was only interested in what I could give her. The moment I wasn’t a walking bank account,