When I met someone I thought was perfect, I imagined a long, happy future. But after a surprising incident, I began questioning my choice.
I once believed love was the heart of Valentine’s Day, a celebration of true connection. But then, I met Andrew, and everything changed.
We had only been dating three months, but he seemed ideal—charming, smart, successful. Our relationship began under strange circumstances. I was a medical intern when Andrew had an accident and needed stitches. Despite the pain, he cracked jokes, asked for my number, and we started dating.
I was struggling through medical school, but Andrew was successful, working in tech and making six figures. His parents, both doctors, had disowned him when he chose coding over medicine. Perhaps that’s why he latched onto me, a struggling future doctor.
I insisted on splitting expenses, not wanting to seem interested in his money. But his behavior raised red flags, especially when Valentine’s Day approached.
A week before, he teased me about a surprise. I told him I couldn’t afford anything extravagant, but he assured me not to worry.
That night, he arrived in an Uber Black and took me to a fancy restaurant with no price tags on the menu. I was uncomfortable, but went along with it.
When the bill arrived—$3,180—Andrew asked if we were splitting it. I reminded him he’d promised to cover everything, but he brushed it off, saying I ate, so I owed my share. My worst fear of being seen as a gold digger was coming true.
Then, as he filmed the moment, he mocked me, saying I couldn’t afford dinner because I wasn’t a doctor like him. I was humiliated and angry. I fled the restaurant, ignoring his calls and texts, only to find him waiting at my door the next night.
After threatening him with a restraining order, he left. My best friend Kara questioned if I was overreacting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal.
What do you think? Did I overreact?