When I started dating Evan, I admired how he balanced being a single dad. But dinner outings with his kids quickly turned into a financial trap. Every time we dined out, Evan conveniently “forgot” his wallet—leaving me to cover bills I couldn’t afford. At first, I made excuses for him. But after months of seafood platters, extravagant desserts, and empty promises to “pay me back,” I was drained.

My sister urged me to set boundaries, but I didn’t want to ruin the kids’ image of their dad. Still, the resentment festered. The final straw came after a long week of work, when Evan insisted on another fancy dinner “for the kids.” I lied and said I hadn’t been paid yet—hoping he’d finally step up.

He promised to pay.

At the restaurant, he ordered like usual. But when the check came? Same old story. Only this time, I was ready.

“No, Evan. I won’t get this one.”

I asked the waiter for separate checks and left. Later, Evan called me selfish. But I told him the truth: I work two jobs and deserve respect—not manipulation.

I blocked him that night.

Because I’m not his wallet. I’m worth more than that.