We officially broke up yesterday. I had been thinking about it for a while, but the way he constantly talked about our future made it clear he was really just planning his own future—using my resources. I chose to meet in a coffee shop for safety and emotional distance, hoping to have a civil conversation.

He didn’t take it well. He kept interrupting and acted like I was making a huge mistake. When I brought up how uncomfortable I felt with his assumptions—that he’d be involved in decisions about my home, finances, and even my son’s education—he brushed it off like I was being dramatic.

I reminded him that I’m a single mom and that everything I’ve built has been through hard work. He kept saying things like “we’re a team” and “what’s yours is ours,” but never once did he offer anything tangible in return—just empty words. When I asked what exactly he planned to contribute, he looked at me like I was shallow for even asking.

The worst part? He said my son needs a male role model, and he could be that, since “his real dad isn’t in the picture.” That made my blood boil. I don’t want a man in my life who sees my child as a ticket to a free ride.

When I said I wanted to break up, he stormed out but came back like nothing happened. He apologized, but it felt more manipulative than sincere. He said I was heartless and selfish and that his daughter looked up to me. I offered to say goodbye to her, but he refused and told me I didn’t deserve to.

He said I’d changed—become “too independent” and “too career-focused.” Then he accused me of sleeping with coworkers. When I called him out, he half-apologized but tried to play the victim. I told him he showed his true colors: someone who expects to benefit from others without offering anything of value.

He left angry. I paid for my coffee and walked out feeling nothing but relief. I blocked him everywhere and made sure he can’t reach me.

A mutual friend later told me he’d been bad-mouthing me, but she sided with me—said she always thought something was off with how invest