My Cheating Ex Demanded £2,000 For My “Weight Loss Investment” — So I Sent Him This
Part 1
The message glowed on my phone screen.
It lit up the dim corners of my kitchen.
“Before you try blocking me again, this is the amount you owe me for your weight loss, the clothes, the gym membership, and the equipment I got you.”
Below that cold sentence was an invoice totaling over two thousand pounds.
I stood frozen by the island.
The silence of my apartment pressed heavily against my ears.
This was from Craig, my boyfriend of two years.
Or rather, the man who used to be my boyfriend until exactly one month ago.
My fingers hovered over the cracked glass of my screen.
They trembled slightly.
I could not believe the sheer audacity of this man.
When Craig and I first met, I weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds.
He was a fitness fanatic.
He was someone who practically lived and breathed the gym environment.
He knew my size from the very beginning.
I never gained a single pound during our relationship.
From early on, he would gently encourage me to lose weight.
He never phrased it in a cruel or demeaning way.
He always framed it as wanting me to be healthier.
He claimed he wanted us to have a long and active future together.
I genuinely believed he was just being supportive.
I thought he saw my potential and wanted to help me reach it.
In January, I finally told him I was mentally ready to start my weight loss journey.
Craig was absolutely thrilled.
He surprised me with an annual gym membership.
He bought a stack of high-end gym clothes, home weights, and a premium yoga mat.
I was incredibly hesitant about accepting such a massive financial gesture.
I told him it was too much pressure.
But he absolutely insisted.
He sent me multiple text messages proudly declaring them as gifts.
He said he wanted to invest in my health because he was so proud of my decision.
So I accepted his presents.
I threw my entire soul into the process.
I spent grueling hours at the gym every single week.
I tracked my meals and pushed through the physical exhaustion.
I completely overhauled my lifestyle.
Fast forward to today, and I have lost over one hundred pounds.
I finally felt confident in my own skin.
I felt like a completely new woman.
I was ready to take on the world alongside the man who supported me.
But that perfect illusion shattered last month.
Craig and I were having a quiet dinner at home.
He casually dropped a bomb that destroyed my reality.
He admitted that he had cheated on me.
It happened very early on.
It was barely two months after he explicitly asked me to be his girlfriend.
The way he confessed was absolutely chilling.
He spoke casually.
It was almost like it was a funny anecdote he had simply forgotten to share with me.
He genuinely seemed to think I would just brush it aside as ancient history.
I had always been painfully clear that I wanted to wait a while before being intimate.
He chose to go behind my back and sleep with someone else anyway.
His justification was completely sickening.
He looked me dead in the eye and said it did not mean anything.
He claimed that a man simply has needs.
I do not tolerate cheating.
It does not matter if it happened yesterday or two years ago.
The betrayal was absolute and unforgivable.
To his immense shock, I ended the relationship right then and there.
He desperately tried to backpedal, manipulate the situation, and play the victim.
When that failed, he turned incredibly nasty.
He started telling anyone who would listen that I only broke up with him because I lost weight.
He spun a ridiculous narrative that I suddenly felt too attractive for him.
He claimed I abandoned him for other men.
And now, he was escalating his twisted game to a whole new level.
He was demanding I pay him back for all the gym-related stuff.
He had the nerve to call the money an investment in our future.
It was an investment he now wanted refunded.
He explicitly threatened to take me to small claims court if the money was not in his account by Friday.
I blocked his number immediately after the breakup.
But he just kept finding new numbers.
He used burner apps and friends’ phones to bypass the blocks.
The harassment was relentless and exhausting.
Every time my phone buzzed, a tight knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach.
Part of me just wanted to transfer the two thousand pounds to make him disappear forever.
I wanted peace and quiet more than anything else in the world.
But giving him that money meant validating his obsessive control over me.
It meant accepting that his supposed gifts were just heavy chains he used to tether me to him.
I walked over to the sofa and sat down.
I pulled my knees tightly to my chest.
I opened my phone’s photo gallery.
I scrolled all the way back to January.
There it was.
It was the screenshot of his message explicitly stating they were gifts.
I drafted a reply.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs.
I attached the screenshot to the message.
I hit send, wondering if this would finally silence him or ignite a war.
