Lisa wants to go out and celebrate with her lover Troy after receiving a well-deserved promotion. At the restaurant, Lisa discovers that Troy just wants to act like a ‘man’ and pretends to mistreat her and her well-earned position. However, things take a turn for the worse when he offers the waitress his number, leading Lisa to humiliate Troy and end their relationship. It was supposed to be a night of celebration only. Thad was excited to finally get a big promotion at my new job after six months and wanted to tell my partner Troy about it.
His proposal was a new luxury restaurant in the city, which is known for its decor and gourmet food. “We’ll just get dressed and go out, Lisa,” he replied. “We don’t do it very often, so let’s take advantage of it.” Thad agrees; we didn’t usually decide to go out and treat ourselves, let alone this.
“Okay,” I replied. “A night out is just what we need. And I thought we needed it. primarily because, despite my desire to think that Troy and I were meant to be together forever, I had begun to notice certain signs of our partnership falling apart. Simply put, something bothered me.
Troy wasn’t happy at work, but I was.
One evening during a salsa night, he bitterly remarked, “I do so much, but no one bothers to recognize me.
Troy spent the evening whining about his work, lounging on the couch, and dipping his chips in guacamole and salsa.
I didn’t tell him anything positive about my job because of his attitude about it.
As I handed him a frozen margarita, I added, “Maybe you just need to give it more time.” “You just started there a few months ago.
“Lisa, please,” he said. “You couldn’t understand. Give me space.”
However, after learning about this amazing opportunity, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I thought Troy would feel the same way about celebrating and being honored.
He told me he was happy and he sounded really excited, which surprised me.
When he arrived at my apartment to pick me up, he remarked, “Really, honey.” “It’s a big deal and I’m proud of you.
The evening started beautifully. Troy arrived with a bouquet of roses and waited for me to finish getting ready.
Tonight was unlike most nights where he wasn’t amused while I was still getting ready when he came.
“Lead the way,” I said. “I’m ready!”
After hanging up the phone, Troy stood up and led me out of my apartment to his waiting car.
We drove in silence, and for once it was pleasant rather than anxious, and I thought maybe Troy was changing. that he started showing signs of wanting to be with me and be here.
Our evening was made more romantic by the soft lighting and breathtaking view of the city skyline from our table. Troy held his glass of champagne aloft as we saluted my achievement.
“To the most amazing woman I know,” Troy exclaimed, his champagne glass clinking against mine.
“And to many more successes to come.
“Us and the future!” Instantly I suddenly stood up, I repeated.
While Troy talked about our dreams together—from the vacation to Bali we’d been talking about for a while to wanting to move in together soon—we perused the menu and ordered our food.
Troy commented, “I think it’s about time.” “And now that you’ve been promoted, it’s going to be a lot easier for us.
BLVDA bar and kitchen Everything went smoothly until the waitress brought us lunch. Troy blinked at her twice trying to get her attention as he continued to look at her.
Troy did this every time he had something to drink, so I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. He acted like flirting was second nature.
But as our dinner drew to a close, I saw a shift in Troy. When the check arrived at our table, his normally carefree smile grew even more strained. The waitress stepped aside and he smiled at her.
With a persistent tone, he said, “You should let me pay with your card.”
That amazed me. Since I was promoted and making a lot more money than before, I didn’t mind paying for dinner on the one hand. But at the same time, I assumed that Troy would want to treat me like a princess for the evening.
“Why can’t you use your own card?” I asked with a frightened furrowed brow on his face.
Troy could hardly hide his indignation.
“Probably because you got a promotion and I don’t have enough money for these lavish dinners, Lisa! Despite knowing it, you act like you don’t.”
I did not understand his reasoning.
I put my wallet on the table and said, “I’ll just pay with my card.” “It’s a little thing.
Halfway through the meal, my lover switched from champagne to whiskey and his face hardened as he sipped.
He said, “It’s embarrassing, Lisa.” “It’s like you’re actually trying to humiliate me by not letting me be the man who pays.
I didn’t know how to respond to Troy’s remarks. I couldn’t understand it. Furthermore, I found it incomprehensible that the waitress was involved in paying for our food.
I would have taken offense and fought back, but I could feel Troy draining my strength.
I thought I was cornered. And I hesitantly handed over my card because I didn’t want to cause a scene.
With a sly smile, Troy took my card and gave the waitress a dramatic wave, showing her as if he was coming in grand.
The waitress said, “I’ll be right back with the card machine.”
I excused myself to use the restroom because I was nervous. All I needed was a little time to be myself. Troy was always like that. However, I felt that he was developing and the evening was going well.
Naturally, I was wrong.
I took a quick look, pulled out my phone, and opened the banking app.
After a few clicks and swipes, I had the tab deactivated.
“Let’s see how they pay now,” was my thought.
Troy’s laughter came from across the room as I stopped by the bar on my way back.
He was writing something on a napkin, maybe his phone number, and was making overt flirtatious gestures with the waitress.
He winked as he handed it to her. I was taken aback. I felt hurt. I felt a wave of indignation pass through me.
While the waitress was talking, I returned to the table.
“I’m sorry, but there seems to be a problem,” she replied. “Your card has been declined.”
Troy turned aside, stammering as his confident exterior crumbled.
“What?” he asked. “Surely that can’t be right.
I feigned concern and advised Troy to call the bank.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed the bank’s number and put the conversation on speaker before leaning back in his chair.
Troy took the number from my card when the rep asked and then asked for the password to the account.
Troy hesitated at the end. He didn’t know what to do.
“Okay sir,” said the voice on the other end. “If you can verify the last three transactions, that would help.
The waitress was hopping from one foot to the other.
“I’m able to respond to that. “A new book, some skin care products, and a lavender-scented candle. Also, the name on the card is Lisa Simmons, sir.”
Troy waited for a response as the waitress’ demeanor softened in understanding.
Henry Then I took out another card and paid the amount myself.
“I’m lucky I have two cards,” I told the waitress and Troy. “But honey, since you liked the service, I think you can get a tip.
Red-haired Troy fumbled in his wallet and pulled out only a few small bills and outdated coupons.
I stood up to wait for Troy to say something, anything at all, but the whole time he was silent.
“Hey, look, I didn’t take his number,” the waitress remarked with a small smile. “I just threw the napkin away.
“I’ll find my own way home,” I told Troy as I ventured into the evening.
I wasn’t sure if I had made a mistake when I left. Ultimately, though, no relationship should make someone doubt who they are or think it’s inappropriate for them to celebrate who they are.
which Troy did often.
I believe I am finally over him.
As I left Troy after that tumultuous evening at the restaurant, I was in a whirlwind of emotions. I was flooded with doubt, pain, and anger, but also a deep sense of clarity. Despite the initial confusion and hurt, I couldn’t deny the truth staring me in the face: I deserved more.
Leaving Troy behind wasn’t just about ending the relationship; it was about regaining my sense of self-worth and dignity. I couldn’t stand being put down or manipulated anymore, especially on a night meant to celebrate. My promotion wasn’t just a career milestone; it was a testament to my hard work, dedication, and ability. And I refused to be discounted.
As I walked through the streets, a weight was lifted from my shoulders with each step. It was liberating to break free from the shackles of a toxic relationship and to finally prioritize my own happiness and well-being. While the road ahead may be uncertain, one thing was clear: I was ready to embrace the future with open arms, knowing that I was strong enough to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
In the days that followed, I reflected on the lessons I had learned from my experience with Troy. I realized that true love and respect should never come with conditions or ultimatums. It’s about mutual support, understanding, and genuine admiration for each other. And even though it might take me a while to find it, I was determined to hold on to a love that lifted me up instead of pulling me down.
When I closed the chapter on my relationship with Troy, I also closed the door on doubt and uncertainty. I was finally able to celebrate my successes without fear or reservation, knowing that I was worthy of every success that came my way. And with this newfound confidence, I stepped boldly into the future, eager to write the next chapter of my life on my own terms.