Oh, Finn. Sweet, delusional Finn. Apparently, Finn was so confident that I’d roll over and give him the house that he threw himself a little Victory lap before the breakup. He told people he was finally free to focus on his life and even made plans to host a housewarming party—again—in my house. The audacity.
Caleb also told me something that really pissed me off. Finn had been downplaying everything I did for him. He told people I was barely paying the bills and that he was the one holding it all together. This was the guy who didn’t even know how much the mortgage was every month.
The lies were just so bold and bizarre that I couldn’t help but laugh. I thanked Caleb for the info and started thinking about how I could wrap this up in a way that Finn would never forget. At first, I thought about just letting it go. Finn was gone, the house was mine, and I could finally move on. But then I remembered all the crap he put me through—years of emotional manipulation, Financial freeloading, and now this ridiculous smear campaign. No. I wasn’t going to let it slide. I decided to hit Finn where it hurt most: his ego.
First, I sent a polite but firm group message to our mutual friends, clarifying A few things: the house was in my name 100%. Finn never paid a dime toward the mortgage or bills. Any claims that he built our life together were outright lies. I kept it factual and unemotional, but I made sure to include screenshots of our old lease agreement and utility bills with my name on them. I even included a photo of the deed with only my name. I wasn’t about to let him twist The Narrative.
Second, I reached out to a local charity that helps people furnish their homes. I donated all of Finn’s leftover junk: his old desk, a couch he never sat on, and even the gaming chair he left behind in his rush to leave. They were thrilled to take it, and I was thrilled to see it Go.
