But here’s where it gets truly bizarre. After his little breakup announcement, Finn started acting like the house was already his. He made this smug comment about how this will be a good reset for both of us and suggested I could move back in with my mom or something. He even started talking about how he was going to turn the guest room into his office once I was gone, and how he might get a dog since there won’t be anyone to complain about the hair anymore.
That’s when it hit me: he genuinely seemed to have forgotten—or maybe never realized—whose name is actually on the deed to this house. Hint: it’s not his. Not even close. This house was my inheritance from my grandparents, and I’m the sole owner. Every mortgage payment, every repair, every utility bill, it’s all in my name.
I excused myself, went upstairs, and locked myself in our bedroom. I’m not going to argue with him or try to change his mind. No. I’m going to let him sit in his little delusion for as long as he wants. Let him think he’s winning this breakup. Let him think I’m packing my bags and heading out the door. Because here’s the thing: Finn has no idea what’s coming. He has no clue that he’s about to lose everything, and honestly, I can’t wait to watch him realize just how badly he screwed up.
First update: so I mentioned in my last post that my boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend now—Finn broke up with me out of nowhere, claiming I didn’t do enough around the house. This, of course, was hilarious because I been the one paying for literally everything: mortgage, utilities, groceries, while he’s been working on himself for the past 3 years. Oh, and let’s not forget, I also cooked, cleaned, and did every chore that wasn’t somehow attached to his beloved gaming setup.
But here’s the kicker: after the breakup, Finn acted like he owned the place. Literally. I think it took him all of 5 Seconds to decide this house was his now. He didn’t say it outright, but the way he carried himself made it obvious. He started lounging around like the king of a castle he hadn’t even built, leaving messes everywhere and and playing his games until 4:00 a.m. like nothing had changed. He even started telling me what I needed to pack up so I could leave in an orderly way. Meanwhile, I was just sitting there in shock, waiting to see how far this delusion would go. Spoiler: it went very far.
About a week after the breakup, Finn told me he was having a friend over. This was during one of his moments where he barely looked at me, muttering something about how I needed to respect his space. Respect his space in my house? Sure, buddy. I just nodded, thinking, okay, let’s see who this friend is.
When the doorbell rang, I opened it to find a woman standing there with a bright smile and a bottle of wine. Her name was Mila, and let me tell you, she was perfectly nice, polite even, but it didn’t take a detective to figure out this wasn’t just a friend. The way she looked at Finn… uh, they were very much together. Finn didn’t even introduce us properly. He just breezed past me like I was the maid, giving Mila a little tour of the house. My house. And oh, did he sell it like he was some kind of Real Estate Mogul.
“This is the living room,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about getting a new couch in here, something more modern, you know.”
“This is the kitchen,” he said. “I love the open layout. It’s great for hosting.”
“This is my office,” he said. “It’s where I do most of my work these days.”
I almost choked when he said that last one. Work? The man hasn’t had a job since 2018. The office he was referring to is the spare bedroom I set up for him to maybe do some freelance projects, but it’s mostly just where he plays fortnite. Mila was eating it up, though. I could see her imagining herself living here, settling into a life of Pinterest perfect bliss. Meanwhile, I was standing there in the kitchen gripping my coffee mug so hard I thought it might crack.
At this point, I had had two options: blow up and let them both know exactly how I felt, or play it cool and let Finn dig himself into a hole. I chose the second one. Honestly, I wanted to see how far he’d take this little charade.
The entire evening, Finn acted like he’d already moved on and was just graciously allowing me to stay until I figured things out. He even had the nerve to pull me aside and say,
“I think it’s best if we start working on a timeline for when you’ll be out. No rush, of course, but Mila and I need to start planning.”
