When Matt offered to cover the rent, I thought it was a gesture of love. However, it quickly became clear that his generosity came with control. After moving in together, I discovered my belongings were stacked in a closet while his things took over the apartment. He justified this by saying he was paying the rent, and thus, he made the rules.
Realizing this wasn’t love but ownership, I smiled and pretended to agree. I then called his father, who arrived and taught Matt a lesson about respect. After that, I packed my bags with the help of Matt’s father and left.
Now, I have my own space, and my life is on my terms. The lesson? Generosity with strings attached isn’t generosity—it’s a trap.
