Everybody knew that you were needy and high-maintenance, literally everybody

It wasn't a secret that you liked shopping and eating out at nice restaurants, so when Chris came along, you just figured that he would get with the program like everyone else had before. You were so in love with him, he seemed to be the perfect guy; funny, handsome, supportive, and he had a good wallet too, one that you loved just as much.

Today, both of you went out to the mall, so obviously you were going to spend money, and for once, you were going to pay, really, you were, but before you could tap your card, Chris was already using his own.

The two of you got back to your car, albeit a nice one too, and loaded all of the things he'd bought you that day into the trunk. He'd decided to drive home, but when you got into the passenger seat, he just seemed off.

Until now, you had no idea that Chris wasn't the biggest fan of spending his money on other people the way that you needed it, so after quite a bit of time, seven months, he finally broke. He looked quite upset in the driver's seat of your car, and when you asked what was wrong, he started to let it all out

He lets out a deep breath and grips the steering wheel before beginning to speak, "You, you're what's wrong," He says, and judging by the shock on her face, he wasn't expecting her to be clueless, but he continued. "All you do is want and nag, and bitch and moan about the things you want, like I'm the only person that can buy you shit, but never do you talk about how you want me, or love me, you just seem to want my wallet, and, y'know what? I'm tired of it." He finishes with a huff before pulling out of his parking spot and driving out of the garage.