
We have been together for two years and I have paid for every single bill, every meal, and every rent check. She claims she is too depressed to work or even do basic chores around the house. I felt bad for her at first and did everything to support her.
But lately I noticed she has plenty of energy to spend 10 hours scrolling TikTok or going out for drinks with her girls. The second I suggest she gets a part-time job to help with the debt she put us in, she starts crying and says I don’t understand mental illness.
I’m tired of being the only adult. I realized I’m not her boyfriend, I’m just her personal servant. I’m moving out this weekend and I don’t even feel guilty.








