But here’s where it gets truly bizarre. After his little breakup announcement, Finn started acting like the house was already his. He made this smug comment about how this will be a good reset for both of us and suggested I could move back in with my mom or something. He even started talking about how he was going to turn the guest room into his office once I was gone, and how he might get a dog since there won’t be anyone to complain about the hair anymore.
That’s when it hit me: he genuinely seemed to have forgotten—or maybe never realized—whose name is actually on the deed to this house. Hint: it’s not his. Not even close. This house was my inheritance from my grandparents, and I’m the sole owner. Every mortgage payment, every repair, every utility bill, it’s all in my name.
I excused myself, went upstairs, and locked myself in our bedroom. I’m not going to argue with him or try to change his mind. No. I’m going to let him sit in his little delusion for as long as he wants. Let him think he’s winning this breakup. Let him think I’m packing my bags and heading out the door. Because here’s the thing: Finn has no idea what’s coming. He has no clue that he’s about to lose everything, and honestly, I can’t wait to watch him realize just how badly he screwed up.
First update: so I mentioned in my last post that my boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend now—Finn broke up with me out of nowhere, claiming I didn’t do enough around the house. This, of course, was hilarious because I been the one paying for literally everything: mortgage, utilities, groceries, while he’s been working on himself for the past 3 years. Oh, and let’s not forget, I also cooked, cleaned, and did every chore that wasn’t somehow attached to his beloved gaming setup.
But here’s the kicker: after the breakup, Finn acted like he owned the place. Literally. I think it took him all of 5 Seconds to decide this house was his now. He didn’t say it outright, but the way he carried himself made it obvious. He started lounging around like the king of a castle he hadn’t even built, leaving messes everywhere and and playing his games until 4:00 a.m. like nothing had changed. He even started telling me what I needed to pack up so I could leave in an orderly way. Meanwhile, I was just sitting there in shock, waiting to see how far this delusion would go. Spoiler: it went very far.
