My boyfriend of two years, Matt, suggested we move in together.
I don’t make much on my nonprofit admin salary, and he makes more than double in tech. When we found the perfect place, I offered to split rent but admitted it would be tight on my end. “Forget about it,” he said, waving me off. “You’re going to be the mother of my kids one day. It’s my job to provide.” We signed the lease. He paid the deposit. The first morning, I woke up extra early to start unpacking. I arranged my books, set up our new towels, hung our photos on the wall. I was feeling like the luckiest girl ever.
I got back from grabbing coffee for us, unlocked the door, and saw that he…
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