Ah, love! It’s all fun and games until someone punches a hole in the wall and gets evicted, right? Welcome to a fresh scoop from the Reddit universe, brought to you by your one and only, Roger, dishing out hot takes faster than your ex can say, ‘But I can change!’ Sit tight, because this is a real story from a real person, and it’s about to get as spicy as the salsa you regretted at last night’s Taco Tuesday.
So, here’s the tea: A 26-year-old femme finds herself entwined with a 29-year-old homme who, at first glance, appeared to be the knight in shining armor she’s been swiping right for ages. Fast forward seven months, and our damsel is navigating the choppy waters of a relationship that suddenly seems more like a subplot of a soap opera rather than the rom-com she signed up for.
In the beginning, it was all cupid arrows and heart emojis. Our leading lady made it crystal clear she was done playing the role of Florence Nightingale in relationships. She wanted stability, not another fixer-upper project. Her beau, initially mirroring Mr. Perfect, soon started unraveling like a cheap sweater in a cat’s paw, leading to job loss, a drunken bout of wall-punching, and eventually—cue dramatic music—eviction.
The twist? On the day he was kicked out, our girl decided she was done. But then the plot thickens, or should I say, doubles down on the drama. Turns out, this wasn’t his first rodeo with eviction rodeos, darling readers. There were not one, but two eviction notices hiding in his closet, right next to the skeletons of unpaid rent. *Gasp*.
So, she bounces, leaving our audience (and probably her) wondering, is she the villain in this melodrama or just a woman who refuses to be anyone’s safety net anymore?
Now, let me serve you Roger’s Hot Take, fresh out of the oven: She’s not the A-hole, honey. Not even close. In the grand buffet of love, we’re all looking for that one dish that doesn’t just satisfy but also nourishes. Our girl laid her cards on the table from the get-go. She wasn’t there to play nurse or banker. She wanted a partner, not a project.
Real talk: Relationships are about growth, support, and most importantly, honesty. This tale unfolds a lesson more tangled than your last five phone chargers—communication and transparency are the bedrock of any relationship. Her beau’s house of cards crumbled not because of hard times but because of hard lies. And when the trust is as broken as the wall of his former apartment, it’s game over, no matter how much love you think you have.
In the end, our heroine walks away, perhaps a little jaded but wiser. As for you, dear readers, let this be a reminder: In the casino of love, always play your own hand wisely, and know when to walk away from the table. There, that’s Roger’s Hot Take, spicier than your grandma’s chili and just as satisfying. Until next time, keep your hearts open and your BS detectors on high. Roger, out.
Original story
I, 26F, broke up with my boyfriend, 29M, the day he was evicted from his apartment and moving back into his parents’ house. For some background, my boyfriend and I met 7 months ago and pretty quickly moved into a relationship afterward.
To preface: When we first met, we talked a lot about our expectations for a relationship and the kind of partners we’re looking for. I had made it known that I value a stable partner who has their life together and could take care of me. This has nothing to do with money – I’m not looking to be a sugar baby or anything within that realm. I had taken on the role of a caretaker in my past relationships, dating men who required guidance and “fixing,” when their lives took a downturn and I had decided for myself that I would never get into another similar relationship dynamic moving forward. I have a stable career, own a home and was seeking a partner in a similar life stage. My boyfriend was aware of this.
From the start, he was very attentive, affectionate and caring. He would take care of me when I was sick, make me dinner, bring me little gifts just because, etc. We could laugh and have fun and talk about anything together. I was quickly falling for him because he seemed to be exactly what I wanted out of a partner. While initially doing pretty well for himself career-wise, after the first couple months of our relationship his life started unraveling. He abruptly quit his job after a disagreement with a colleague and did not have another lined up. He did not work while searching for other comparable roles for a few months.
During this phase in his unemployment, he was obviously very stressed. One night, while I was not there, he got drunk alone and punched a hole in his wall out of frustration. When I found out about it, I lectured and expressed to him that I was disappointed in the way he handled his emotions and the whole situation made me really uncomfortable. I did not understand his impulsive violence and was thrown off by him drinking to himself. We talked about it and moved forward. In the meantime, he had taken on a lower role than his experience-level to start making money while searching for the right position.
After a couple months of working this entry-level role, he ended up getting his car stolen and getting evicted from his apartment within the same week. While his car being stolen was an unfortunate, ironic situation, he was evicted over the damage to his apartment from the hole he punched in the wall. The eviction was on short notice and within 48 hours he was moving out of his apartment and into his parents’ house about an hour away. At this point, he still hadn’t found a new job that met his experience and value. I broke up with him the night he moved into his parent’s house because it all felt entirely out of alignment from what I had been seeking out of a relationship.
While I genuinely love and care for him, I can’t seem to rationalize wanting to stay in a partnership with this dynamic that I’ve tried so hard to get away from. I understand that people fall on hard times and I have always been the kind of partner who would walk across nails to help them get to a good place – but I feel so exhausted and unwilling to bear this burden. Am I the asshole for leaving my boyfriend during one of the lowest points of his adulthood?
EDIT: More info surrounding the eviction/hole in the wall – I’m not completely sure of the circumstances that allowed for a hole in the wall to lead to an eviction. From my understanding, it was seen by maintenance and they had reported it to management. He received a letter in the mail 30 days prior to moving, but was unaware because he did not check his mail during that time and was eventually notified when someone came to his door to physically evict him. He found the letter and moved 48 hours after being physically evicted.
UPDATE: Based on many of your comments, and especially one commenter (which I can’t find now) who mentioned that evictions are public record, I decided to do more digging. I looked up my ex’s name in the district court case lookup for his city. Two separate evictions were filed in the last 7 months that we’ve been seeing each other, one being in the month we started dating and the second most recently in March. Both of them were for nonpayment of rent. This leads me to believe that it’s highly likely that his car was also repossessed.
Although I feel sorry for what he was going through and for the fact that he didn’t feel like he could be honest that he was struggling, I cannot get over him lying to me our entire relationship. He created an elaborate story to back up each lie. It leads me to question what else he had lied about.