When Jake told me we should move to Alaska to save money and finally start building our future, I said yes without a second thought. But after a quick goodbye trip with my girlfriends, I came home to something I never expected. Something that turned my world upside down.
I’m Chloe, and at 25, I thought I had life figured out.
I was living in my mom’s old house in South Carolina and working as a freelance graphic designer. The house was small but cozy, with a wrap-around porch and a garden that my mom had loved before she moved to Alaska five years ago.
Jake moved in with me about two years into our relationship.
At first, it felt like we were playing house in the best way possible. We enjoyed movie nights on the couch, cooked dinner together, and talked about our future over morning coffee. We didn’t even have to pay rent.
But somewhere along the way, “playing house” became me carrying the house.
It happened after Jake had been unemployed for eight months. He’d quit his job at the marketing firm because his boss was “too demanding,” and since then, he’d been living off his savings and my income.
“I’m figuring things out,” he’d say whenever I brought up job applications. “I don’t want to just take any job. I want to find my passion.”
Meanwhile, I was paying for groceries, utilities, and basically everything except his car payment. Jake would spend his days gaming, watching YouTube videos about cryptocurrency, or hanging out with friends who were also mysteriously unemployed.
“You’re so good at taking care of things,” he’d tell me. “I’m lucky to have someone so organized.”
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