When Tyler asked me to move in, I thought it meant we were building a life together. Six weeks later, I opened the fridge and found an invoice for rent, utilities, and even a “comfort fee.” He owns the place outright. So, what exactly was I contributing to?
A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney
After all, I was staying in a tiny apartment with two roommates and no privacy, but Tyler lived alone in a sweet place his parents had bought for him when he finished grad school.
“You know something?” Tyler said, pulling me closer. “You basically live here already. Why not just make it official?”
An apartment building with balconies | Source: Pexels
“Are you serious?” I asked. His eyes looked sincere in the fading light.
“Never been more serious about anything,” he replied, planting a kiss on my forehead.
A smiling man on a balcony | Source: Midjourney
So I agreed, believing this was the beginning of our shared life together.
The next weekend was a flurry of activity.
My best friend Mia helped move boxes while my brother and Tyler carried furniture up three flights of stairs.
Tyler and I bought a new sofa together.
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