My Boyfriend ‘Forgets’ His Credit Card Every Time We Go Out To Eat, So I Have To Pay For Everyone

A 32-year-old woman found herself grappling with a recurring issue while dating her 39-year-old boyfriend with two young children. The problem arose every time they dined out; her boyfriend consistently “forgot” his wallet, leaving her to foot the bill. After enduring financial strain from covering numerous dinners, she decided to address the issue.

In a Reddit post seeking advice, she explained her frustration and received mixed responses. Concerned about her boyfriend’s children, who loved dining out, she attempted to remind him before a dinner outing. Despite her efforts, he again forgot his wallet, prompting her to take a stand. Tired of the financial burden, she left the restaurant, refusing to pay for him and his children.

The ensuing argument led to accusations of selfishness from her boyfriend, who claimed she left him and his hungry children stranded. Reddit users generally sided with the woman, asserting that she wasn’t obligated to bear the financial responsibility consistently. The situation sparked a debate about fairness and responsibility in relationships, leaving the woman contemplating her next steps amidst ongoing tension with her boyfriend.

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