Initially, I was very lucky that I was always such a goal-oriented person. Because by the time I was 25, I earned my own apartment on my own. I didn’t have any help from my mom and dad, no relatives, I did it all by myself. And when I met a guy whom I fell in love with, I was stupid enough to tell him that I had my own place.
Nevertheless, I warned him that I do not intend to live in his apartment, so he rented us a place, and I will rent mine to save up for a car. And he agreed, said that he would soon save up to rent and we would live together. Six months later, he comes home with a suitcase. He says he got fired from his job and has no money.
He asks to stay with me for a while. It’s okay that he has parents. No, I didn’t accept him. I think it was just an excuse to live at my expense, nothing more. I ended up breaking up with him.
