Ive always considered myself incredibly fortunate, mostly because Im naturally driven by my goals. By the age of 25, I managed to buy my own flat, all on my own.
I didnt receive any support from my mum or dad, nor from any other relativesI handled everything by myself. And when I met the man I fell for, I was bold enough to tell him that I owned my own place.
Still, I made it clear from the start that I wasnt interested in living in his flat. He was supposed to find us a rental, while I planned to let out my place and save up for a car.
He agreed to that arrangement, promising that hed soon have enough saved for rent and wed move in together. Six months later, he turned up at my door with a suitcase and confessed that hed lost his job and didnt have any money.
He asked if he could stay at my flat for a while. Thankfully, hes got parents to turn to. No, I didnt let him move in. Im fairly certain he was just looking for an excuse to live off me. In the end, I broke up with him.
