He tried to argue. He tried to plead. At one point, he even tried to guilt-trip me, saying,
“I thought you loved me. I thought we were building something together.”
Mila came over during all of this, probably expecting another cozy evening with her man. Instead, she got to witness Finn packing his things while I stood there, arms crossed, reminding him not to forget his gaming chair. She looked so confused and kept asking asking,
“Wait… this isn’t your house, Finn?”
Finn didn’t even try to answer her. By the end of the day, Finn was gone. Mila was gone. I poured myself a glass of wine, sat down on the couch Finn had wanted to replace, and thought about how close I’d come to losing everything because I was too generous with my time, my money, and my patience. Never again. Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering, Finn is now couch surfing with friends. I heard from a mutual acquaintance that Mila dumped him too when she realized he was unemployed, broke, and basically homeless. Karma’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?
Second update: I thought that was the end of it, but apparently Finn wasn’t done embarrassing himself yet. A few days after Finn left, I got a call from our mutual friend Caleb who wanted to check in. I could tell from his voice that he was fishing for something, so I asked him outright, did Finn send you? Caleb hesitated, but eventually spilled the beans. Turns out Finn had been planning this breakup for months. He’d been telling everyone—friends, acquaintances, even his family—that he was about to take over the house and start a new chapter. He painted himself as the long-suffering boyfriend who had put up with my nagging for years. According to him, the house was basically hid because of all the work he’d put into making it a home.
I had to pause Caleb there because I nearly choked laughing. What work? The man barely did his own laundry, let alone anything to maintain the house. I asked Caleb if Finn ever mentioned the small detail about the house being in my name. He said Finn claimed you’d probably just leave when he asked, and if you didn’t, he’d figure it out.
