I lent money to a man I’d been dating for just over a year.
I never asked why he needed it.
We broke up 2 months later.
I accidentally learned later that he used this money for another woman — not just to impress her, but to support her. Rent, gifts, even a romantic weekend trip to the mountains. Everything he claimed he couldn’t afford with me, he gave to her on my dime.
It felt like being punched in the chest.
But I didn’t confront him right away. No, I waited.
I gathered proof: screenshots of their social media posts, receipts from the booking site he forgot to log out of on my laptop, messages he left open by mistake.
Then I sent him a message:
“Thanks for showing me where my money went. I’ll be needing it back — all of it. Consider this a formal notice.”
He laughed. Literally replied with a laughing emoji.
So I made it very real.
I filed a small claims lawsuit with all the evidence. When he received the court papers, he tried to play the victim — claimed it was a gift, not a loan.
But the judge didn’t buy it. Especially not after reading the messages where he said, “I’ll pay you back as soon as I get things sorted.”
Judgment was in my favor.
He owed me every cent — plus interest.
But I still wasn’t done.
I mailed a copy of the judgment to his new girlfriend. Slipped it into her mailbox with a sticky note:
“He funded your love story with my money. Just thought you should know how much it cost me.”
The next time I saw him? He was alone.
No girlfriend. No car. And definitely no pride.
Justice doesn’t always come fast.
But when it does, it’s delicious.