I never imagined a sweet, carefully planned first date would end with a spreadsheet-style breakdown of my supposed “debt.” Every gesture he’d framed as chivalry—flowers, dinner, the engraved keychain—was suddenly recast as an itemized charge. The line that stunned me most wasn’t the cost of the meal; it was “emotional labor,” as if listening and talking were services I had purchased from him.
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