“Breakup Shock: My Boyfriend Sent Me an Invoice for Our Relationship Costs”

My Boyfriend Broke up with Me and Sent Me a Bill for Everything He ‘Spent on Me’

Kyra becomes utterly numb after learning—accidentally—that her lover, Henry, has been unfaithful to her. till he bills her for all the money he has ever spent on her. Driven by her rage, Kyra retaliates, revealing Henry’s true nature and demanding financial compensation in exchange.

Crazy anecdotes about boyfriends or ex-boyfriends are nothing new; in fact, throughout my undergraduate years, I often heard them during sleepovers.

There is a boyfriend I know of who always wanted to try his girlfriend’s food before she did. And there was the ex-boyfriend who insisted that his ex-girlfriend assist him with his final exam preparation because it was her fault he couldn’t focus.

However, I never imagined that my relationship would become one of those tales.

Henry and I had dated for two years. We had hit it off at a party in college, and following a late-night chat over nachos, we went on dates.

We had broken up three times during the course of our relationship, so it wasn’t flawless.

Henry urged Kyra to hurry up. “We either get back together or we break up for good.”

Since Henry was the one who preferred to make the decisions, it was the turning point in our relationship. I wanted to end the day with him, but he wanted us to stay together.

I had enough arguments with Henry over the years to know that I needed therapy to help me deal with the stress of it.

“And yet you’re still with him,” my friend Brent remarked.

Henry had stopped by at my house on this typical Friday night. Our plan was to watch TV shows and eat pizza until we passed out.

Henry had slept off on the couch a few hours into the evening, so I reached over to check the time with a casual flick of his phone.

However, I was totally unprepared for what came next.

Henry’s phone screen flashed a text message from another female as soon as I picked it up.

Hello, sweetie! Shall we meet tomorrow, or shall we part ways later?

“Hey, who’s this?” I questioned, giving him a stern look as I handed him the phone and nudged him to wakefulness.

With a furious expression, Henry grabbed the phone out of my hand and covered his face.

“Kyra, why are you reading my messages?” With a defensive tone, he snapped.

I stumbled, “I was just looking for the time.” “In the kitchen, my phone is charging. I wasn’t spying or anything like that.

Henry got up and paced my living room, taking a gulp from his now-room-temperature beer.

“Kyra, this is my personal stuff,” he said. “You shouldn’t be looking at all.”

Henry started putting on his shoes before I could even begin to grasp what was happening, and he then made up his mind regarding our relationship.

We’re probably done here. I no longer have faith in you!”

He then departed from my flat.

I watched him go, stunned. After two years, we were over in the blink of an eye.

I was unable to distinguish between relief and tragedy. Of course, I would miss Henry, but this wasn’t the worst thing, in my opinion.

Even though Henry had been emotionally abusing me for a while, I felt like I knew him. And staying with him had been easier because of it.

Even though they brought pain with them, there was something comforting about being with someone you knew.

My mother’s remarks were clearly audible to me.

“Kyra, you’re too intelligent to be engaging in this kind of gaming,” she would say. Give up the unnecessary weight. Since your first major battle, Henry has been nothing more than dead weight.”

She would be right, too.

I made the decision to take a shower because I needed to relax my body in order to let go and go to sleep.

It finally dawned on me that the reason we were breaking up at this point was because I had discovered Henry was cheating on me. I was initially too shocked. The fact that he had abandoned me astounded me.

However, it took me a while to figure out that he had been seeing someone else. and was unaware of the duration of the situation.

I couldn’t even begin to process the concept. My mind was racing with so many questions: how long had Henry been unfaithful to me? Who was the other individual? What may have occurred if I hadn’t learned?

The days that followed were a total haze, but I was relieved to be free of Henry’s bonds. However, I also felt a little raw and hollow.

I started crying, but not for Henry, but for me. And thru it all, I was unable to pinpoint the source of my distress.

An email alerted me to my desk as I was brewing tea on my laptop.

It came from Henry.

I opened it right away, expecting an apology, only to discover a comprehensive statement detailing every single item Henry claimed to have paid on my behalf during our relationship.

Kyra, kindly send the money right away. You need to make things right with me so that I can move on. I can’t believe how much money and time I wasted on you.

I saw red; my vision became blurry with rage. My heart felt like it was going to explode from all the emotions Henry’s email had released. My head was pounding.

“This is insane!” I yelled at the display.

I turned off my laptop and had a bowl of soup. Henry could wait with his hallucinations. I had no intention of repaying anything. I had had enough of him.

I got an idea while chopping some garlic bread.

My lawyer friend Brent, who detested Henry, was always up for a good fight.

I called him and said, “Hey, it’s me,” as I waited for the soup to cook. “I’ve got a bit of a situation with Henry, and I think I need to hit back with something clever.”

Brent was curious. With a laugh, he asked me to clarify.

“Kyra, tell me everything,” he exclaimed.

I met Brent at a coffee shop the following day, and we decided to brainstorm the next move I could take to exact revenge on Henry.

We ordered pastries and coffee from Brent, and I opened Henry’s email.

He started chuckling as we outlined his allegations against my emotional tolls, such as the late-night anxiousness and the therapy bills.

“This is very brilliant. Let’s put together a counter-advoice.

We had carefully considered our reply, and when I sent it back to him, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction.

I was motivated by this to begin writing a blog on my path to empowerment and recovery. Much to my surprise, the blog struck a chord with a lot of people, and soon after, a publisher expressed interest in putting my experiences into a book.

Henry, on the other hand, became less aggressive in his demand for money, particularly once he became aware of the possible negative publicity and legal implications.

Henry remarked, “It’s unbelievable that you did that, Kyra.” “I get messages from people all the time now. Why would you subject me to such humiliation? I sent you an invoice; why would you post it? You are due to me.”

Henry was able to vent on speaker while I sat in front of the TV.

I had no intention of providing an explanation. He was exposed on my blog, and yes, I did publish the invoice. However, it was how I dealt with the whole thing and healed.

Henry had to make it about himself, as always. He said that I still owed him money for everything in a remark on a few of the blog entries.

Other readers chastised him for being conceited in their response.

He sat down to supper and laughed when Brent came over.

Brent remarked, “Looks like Henry got the message.” “He has renounced all requests. It appears that he was simply unwilling to take a chance on any more exposure.”

Ultimately, I not only used my strength to overcome his pettiness, but I also forge a new route for myself.

This was a rebirth, not merely the recuperation from a breakup.

Though it has been fictionalised for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.

The publisher and author disclaim all liability for any misinterpretation and make no claims on the veracity of the events or character portrayals. The thoughts represented in this story are those of the characters and do not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or publisher. The story is offered “as is.”