His reply came three minutes later: “Wow. So you’re punishing me for being happy?” I stared at the screen, almost laughing from shock. For three years, I had paid his rent because he told me he was struggling, saving, and trying to get stable. Now he acted like I was the cruel one for finally stopping.
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