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I played along with my boyfriend Patrick\u2019s desire to delay marriage until I inherited a three-bedroom apartment. Before we moved in together, Patrick would often say we needed more time\u2014time before marriage, time before committing. But the moment I inherited the apartment, he was ready to move things forward. I realized then that I had never been his first choice.<\/p>\n
I watched my friends fall in love and build lives with people who truly loved them. Even though I didn\u2019t own a cat, I was the one always taking photos of couples and joking about becoming a crazy cat lady. So when Patrick noticed me at a bar two years ago, I thought, \u201cFinally, my turn.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had this effortless charm, and when he looked at me like I was the most interesting person in the room, I fell for it\u2014hard. For two years, I ignored the small things\u2014his lack of effort, the fact he lived with his mom, and his reluctance to talk about moving in together or marriage. He\u2019d say, \u201cWe don\u2019t know each other well enough yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed my hurt and told myself that love was about patience. But then something happened.<\/p>\n
Last month, my aunt passed away. It was sudden, and she left me her three-bedroom apartment\u2014paid in full. It was life-changing. No more rent, no more stressing about rising costs. A home that was mine.<\/p>\n
I shared the news with Patrick, and that night, he showed up at my door with flowers (his first ever), a bottle of wine (cheap, but still), and a ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cBabe,\u201d he said, flashing that grin, \u201cI couldn\u2019t wait any longer. Will you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared, shocked. Just two weeks ago, he\u2019d said rings were too expensive. But now? Now he was ready?<\/p>\n
I forced a smile and said, \u201cYes, I\u2019ll marry you!\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick slipped the ring onto my finger like he\u2019d won the lottery. He pulled me into a tight hug. \u201cYou won\u2019t regret this, babe,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed, but instead, I pulled back and held up a finger. \u201cI have one condition.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tensed. \u201cBut\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will never enter the apartment before me. Ever. No exceptions.\u201d<\/p>\n
His brow furrowed. \u201cUh\u2026 what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just a personal thing. If we\u2019re getting married, you should respect it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated but eventually agreed. \u201cYeah, babe. Sure. Whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
For weeks, Patrick was the perfect fianc\u00e9. He cooked dinner for the first time\u2014boiling pasta and dumping sauce over it. He started talking about our future in the apartment. \u201cBabe, I saw this gaming chair on sale. Would look sick in our office.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t buying it. I knew he was waiting for the apartment to officially be mine.<\/p>\n
And sure enough, the day came. The apartment was in my name, but I didn\u2019t tell Patrick right away. One day, I came home early from work and walked into the apartment to find Patrick and his mother\u2014measuring the living room.<\/p>\n
His mother, who had barely acknowledged me before, was now suggesting where to put sheer curtains.<\/p>\n
Patrick froze, \u201cOh! Babe! You\u2019re home early!\u201d<\/p>\n
I set my bag down and crossed my arms. \u201cI see you broke the one rule I gave you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face fell. \u201cBabe, I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Before he could speak, his mother interrupted. \u201cNow that Patrick is your fianc\u00e9, it\u2019s his home too!\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed in their faces. \u201cOh, you thought we were actually getting married? That\u2019s cute.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cW-What? Babe, of course\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I interrupted, \u201cI knew why you proposed. You didn\u2019t want me\u2014you wanted the apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mother gasped. \u201cHow dare you accuse my son\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, how dare you two plan to move into my apartment while I was at work!\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick started sweating. \u201cBabe, please, I just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I cut him off. \u201cLet\u2019s talk about what\u2019s really going on here. You weren\u2019t ready to propose for two years. But the second I inherit an apartment, you\u2019re suddenly down on one knee?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick blinked rapidly. \u201cThat\u2019s not\u2014I just realized how much I love you, babe!\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed. \u201cOh really? So when exactly did you \u2018realize\u2019 that? Before or after you and your mommy started planning where her furniture would go?\u201d<\/p>\n
His mother stepped forward, her nose high. \u201cYoung lady, you\u2019re being ungrateful. My son is giving you his last name!\u201d<\/p>\n
I tilted my head. \u201cFunny, because I\u2019m the one with the apartment. And your son doesn\u2019t even pay his own rent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, Patrick snapped. \u201cFINE! You want to know the truth?\u201d He threw his hands up. \u201cYou\u2019re not the kind of woman men fight for! You should be thankful someone like me gave you a chance!\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath. \u201cMaybe I won\u2019t do any better.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face lit up, thinking I was backing down. But I reached into my bag and pulled out a stack of papers.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood thing I won\u2019t have to find out,\u201d I said, tossing the papers on the counter. \u201cBecause I sold the apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s jaw dropped. \u201cYou WHAT?!\u201d<\/p>\n
I grinned. \u201cI signed the paperwork this morning. The money\u2019s already in my account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick staggered back, and his mother grabbed his arm in panic.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying,\u201d Patrick whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall the realtor,\u201d I said, \u201cAsk.\u201d<\/p>\n
The apartment sold faster than I expected. Within a week, I moved to a new city, got a cozy apartment on my terms, and started fresh. No freeloaders, no manipulative boyfriends\u2014just me.<\/p>\n
Patrick called nonstop, begging to \u201cwork things out.\u201d I blocked him. His mom left a voicemail calling me a \u201cheartless little witch\u201d for \u201cruining her son\u2019s future.\u201d Also blocked.<\/p>\n
A mutual friend later told me Patrick had no savings, no backup plan, and was still living with his mom.<\/p>\n
Me? I was sipping wine on my balcony in my new apartment, happier than ever.<\/p>\n
For the first time in my life, I wasn\u2019t settling.<\/p>\n
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