I supported my girlfriend through college, but she used my credit card to “support” a poor student at her school. Later, I canceled her card. She came to confront me: “You think you’re so great just because you have a few bucks? I don’t need your money.” If you don’t need it, why don’t you give the card back to me? My girlfriend, Sarah, sent me a message asking: “Baby, can you increase my living expenses a bit more?” I found it strange. Sarah wasn’t the type to spend money recklessly. In the past, if I tried to give her money, she would scold me for insulting her with money. But I didn’t think too much about it. Maybe the school needed to buy something? I immediately doubled her living expenses and told her to let me know if she needed money. Sarah received it and sent a “kiss” emoji, then disappeared. That strange feeling came over me again. Lately, my girlfriend only contacted me for money and never chatted about anything else. I thought maybe I had been neglecting her because of my busy work schedule, so I planned to surprise her at her school tomorrow. But I never expected the surprise to turn into a shock. Previously, Sarah had said she didn’t want her roommates to know she had a boyfriend who didn’t go to college but had money, or else they would spread rumors that she was being kept by someone. So whenever I visited her at school, I went as her brother. When I was about to reach her dormitory building, I saw her hugging a male student and walking away, laughing. I felt an icy coldness in my heart. I immediately sent Sarah a message asking what she was doing now. Sarah quickly replied: “Studying in the library.” Looking at the couple walking out of the school gate in front of me, my heart sank to the bottom.
I had seen this man before. During the summer vacation, Sarah and I went to Hawaii together. She went to the bathroom to apply sunscreen, and I waited outside. Her phone, left on the bed, lit up, and I saw that she had changed her lock screen photo to a picture of a guy. At the time, I didn’t pay much attention because she liked to follow celebrities, and they were all this type of guy, so I thought it was just another minor celebrity. Now it seems they were already involved at that time, and she was bold enough to change her screen lock. I also saw that guy sending her a message saying he didn’t have enough money. When I asked Sarah what wasn’t enough money, she was very calm and said that the school was holding a competition and didn’t have enough funds. She was the student council president, so she was in charge of the money. Later, she dragged me out to go swimming, and I forgot about it when we got back. My feelings were really complicated. Sarah and I had been together since high school. Back then, she was often bullied because people said her family was poor. I couldn’t stand it and stood up for her once. From then on, Sarah followed me every day, and slowly we got together. I didn’t get into college and went back to inherit the family business. She did very well in her exams, so I supported her through college. In high school, she was such a timid girl. How could she change so much in just three short years? I called her again that night, but no one answered. Very late, almost eleven o’clock, she finally sent me a message saying she had just returned to her dorm from the library. She also said she would come to see me tomorrow and had a gift for me, telling me to look forward to it. I really wanted to see what kind of trick she was going to pull.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I remembered that my friend’s new girlfriend was also from that school, so I asked him to help me find out about that guy. My friend, hearing about my situation, felt very sympathetic and sent me a lot of information within half an hour. That guy was known as a handsome “grass-roots” guy at school. He was good-looking but poor, and also a scholarship student. He was also in the student council and was very close to my girlfriend. People at school assumed they were a couple. The guy had pretty good grades at school and won the Inspirational Scholarship every year. Last year, he even became the school’s campus ambassador. However, this guy also had some bad reviews. Most of the girls who had dated him said he was quite a jerk, always asking the girl for money. If the girl said she had no money, he would immediately use cold violence to force a breakup, then seamlessly move on to the next one. Another point was that this guy loved playing games, and probably spent most of his money on games. As luck would have it, I had a very high rank in the game he played. I asked my friend if he had the guy’s contact information. My friend immediately sent a string of numbers. I searched and felt the avatar was familiar, like I had seen it in a game group I had joined. I went back to the main page and searched, and we were indeed in the same game group. He was quite active there. I thought for a moment, created a small account to join the group, posted a screenshot of my game rank, @ed him asking if he wanted to play together, then casually added him as a game friend and went to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, that guy had indeed accepted my friend request and asked if the game screenshot I posted in the group was my own. I said, “If you don’t believe me, why don’t I carry you for a couple of games?” While my girlfriend hadn’t arrived yet, I played games with him for an hour. After seeing me get MVP in every game, he treated me like his own brother. I looked at the time and remembered that my girlfriend would usually arrive at my place around this time, so I told the guy we’d play again next time. He replied, “Sure thing.” A moment later, my girlfriend also sent me a message saying she was at my doorstep. I went to open the door for her and felt a bit strange seeing her dressed up like a rich lady. In the past, if I bought her a dress, she would scold me for wasting money. Seeing me in a daze, my girlfriend playfully hit me. “What are you thinking about? Let me in.” I turned and walked back, and she called out from behind me, “Hey, why aren’t you helping me change my shoes?” I ignored her and walked straight to the sofa to lie down. My girlfriend changed her shoes herself and complained while carrying bags of things. “You’ve changed. You don’t care about me anymore.” I glanced at her and forced a smile. My girlfriend might have noticed my low mood and didn’t want to be too enthusiastic. She got angry with me. “What are you doing? I said I’d come to see you today, and you’re giving me the cold shoulder.” “You don’t deserve the gift I prepared for you.” At the mention of a gift, I became a bit interested. In our three years of dating, she had only bought me something once or twice, and that was when she needed something from me. The first time was when she bought me a lighter, then said her brother had gotten into a fight and was in jail, asking if I could help bail him out. The second time was when she bought me a tie, saying her parents wanted to help her brother with a down payment for a house, asking if I could help a bit. She said she would definitely pay me back and even insisted on writing an IOU. This time, was it her brother in trouble again?
Seeing my expectant face, my girlfriend thought I was going to comfort her. She “hmph”-ed and ignored me. I flipped through her so-called gifts and opened a pair of Nike sneakers. But I already had this same model, and obviously, the size was two sizes smaller than mine. They didn’t look new, more like second-hand. Seeing me put the gift aside indifferently, my girlfriend immediately exploded. “What do you mean? You think you’re great because you have money? I know you look down on me. I’ll never buy you gifts again.” I sneered, “The size is wrong. Are you sure you bought it for me?” My girlfriend looked to the side guiltily and quickly put the shoes back in the bag. “Well, I bought the wrong size! Do you have to be angry with me about this? This is my heartfelt intention, something money can’t buy.” As if to end this topic, my girlfriend immediately picked up another bag. “Look, I made you sunny-side-up eggs!” I looked at the porridge. Wasn’t this the “love breakfast” that guy had posted on Instagram earlier? What, she couldn’t finish it so she brought it to me? I showed no interest and didn’t even look at it. “I don’t want to eat.” My girlfriend finally exploded, yelling at me for half an hour, saying I wasn’t like this before. I fell asleep listening to her nagging. When I woke up, my girlfriend was gone. My phone had also received a message from her: “I won’t forgive you.”
After that, my girlfriend never contacted me again, but she still used the joint account I had set up for her as usual. I turned off the joint account and canceled her card. Immediately, my girlfriend sent me a message: “You’re despicable.” What? I became despicable just because I stopped giving you money? I ignored her and continued working. After just three days, my girlfriend came to reconcile. I looked at my girlfriend standing miserably at my doorstep, seemingly with a handprint on her face. As soon as she saw me, she pitifully burrowed into my arms and said tearfully, “My parents are asking me for money again.” After crying for a while and seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, she added, “Can you help me?” I thought for a moment, pulled her out of my arms, and said seriously: “It’s not that I don’t want to help you. My company is having financial difficulties recently. Why don’t you pay back the money I lent you before to help me out?” My girlfriend immediately stopped crying and stammered, “Where would I get money from?” “I give you so much money every month, you haven’t saved any?” My girlfriend changed the subject, saying there were many places at school that needed money. I could only shake my head regretfully. “Then there’s nothing I can do. I’m out of money too.” Hearing that I had no money, my girlfriend widened her eyes and asked how that was possible. I didn’t say anything, and my girlfriend came to nuzzle me, crying, though there seemed to be few tears on her face. “Please help me. If you don’t help me, my parents will come to the school. Then the whole school will know my family is poor.” Didn’t my girlfriend used to say in front of me that although she was materially poor, she was spiritually rich? Who possessed her now? I still didn’t agree, and my girlfriend probably didn’t believe I really had no money. She fell asleep crying on my sofa, feeling secure. At this time, her phone left on the table lit up. Looking at my girlfriend sleeping soundly, I opened her phone and saw her chat history with that guy. There’s only one word to describe it. Sugar mommy. What? I thought you were just cheating with someone else, I didn’t expect you to be playing sugar mommy. Using the money I gave you to be a sugar mommy to a junior, you’re really playing it big. That guy seemed quite good at flirting, sending abs photos and private photos frequently. My girlfriend didn’t look like the poor little white flower she pretended to be in front of me; in front of this guy, she was clearly a rich and beautiful sugar mommy. I looked and saw that my girlfriend had gotten together with him a month ago, and had transferred at least 100,000 to him back and forth. My girlfriend was particularly proud, saying she had an uneducated rich boyfriend who was a big fool. That guy praised my girlfriend for being so charming, reminding her to ask me for more money. So I was just a part of your play? If before I was just going to punish my girlfriend a little, now I was really heartbroken. Three years of feelings in her eyes were just being a big fool. Not going to college in her eyes meant I was uneducated and not worthy of her. Even feeding a dog for three years wouldn’t bite people like this. Since you’re not being kind, don’t blame me for being unkind.
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