I started seeing this amazing guy at the beginning of the year; I mean, he wasn’t even 30 but always had a TON of money. He promised me awesome gifts and trips, and I got swept away. But they never came to fruition. First was the Fiji trip that fell through. Then he bought me a car, but “wasn’t ready to give it to me” yet. He promised dinners with his family, promised to help me move house, help with groceries, wanted me to move into his villa-style mansion with him, a first-class trip to Italy, flights to Singapore, shopping trips, made a point to drive me around in his $400,000 Asten Martin. Everything always happened on his terms though, and I spent a lot of time tiptoeing around his moods. I was trying to be good, for the moment that all of these things would come true. But in every instance, I was left to pick up the financial slack when he didn’t pull through. Finally, I pulled up at his house unannounced one day and met his step dad. The car wasn’t his. Neither was the house. He was jobless, homeless, and owed me $800. He tried to “explain”, but I couldn’t bear another lie. I was out of there.
