My Boyfriend Demanded That I Give Him My Card to Pay Our Restaurant Bill

When Lisa earns her much-deserved promotion, she wants to go out and celebrate with her boyfriend, Troy. At the restaurant, Lisa learns that Troy just wants to put on a façade and be the ‘man’—disrespecting her and her hard-earned role. But when he gives his number to a waitress, things take a turn, causing Lisa to embarrass Troy and walk out of their relationship.

It was meant to be a night of pure celebration. After six months at my new job, I had finally earned a significant promotion and was eager to share the joy with Troy, my boyfriend.

He suggested the new upscale restaurant in town, famous for its ambiance and gourmet menu.

“Let’s just get dressed and go out, Lisa,” he said. “We don’t do this very often, so let’s make the most of it.”

I had to agree; we rarely did this—we rarely decided to go out and indulge in anything.

“Fine,” I agreed. “A night out is exactly what we need.”

And I believed that we needed it. Mainly because, as much as I wanted to believe that Troy and I were supposed to last forever, I had begun to see some cracks in our relationship. Something just felt different.

I was happy in my job, but Troy wasn’t happy in his.

“I do so much, but nobody bothers to recognize me,” he said grimly one evening when he came over for salsa night.

Troy sat on the couch and dug his chips into the salsa and guacamole, complaining about work the entire evening.

It was because of his moods regarding work that I didn’t tell him anything good about my job.

“Maybe you just need to give it more time,” I said, handing him a frozen margarita. “You just started there a few months ago.”

“Lisa, please,” he said. “You wouldn’t understand. Let me be.”

But when I had gotten news of this new promotion, there was no way that I was going to keep it to myself. I wanted to celebrate and be celebrated, and I hoped that Troy would want to do just that.

To my surprise, he seemed really excited about it, and he told me that he was proud of me.

“Really, babe,” he said when he came over to my apartment to pick me up. “This is a big deal, and I’m proud of you.”

The evening started beautifully. Troy showed up with a bouquet of flowers, and he sat down and waited while I got ready. Usually, he wasn’t pleased if I was still getting ready when he arrived, but this evening was different.

“Come on,” I said. “I’m ready!”

Troy put his phone away and stood up, leading the way out of my apartment to where his car was waiting for us.

We drove in silence, but for once, the silence wasn’t tense—it was peaceful, and I felt that maybe Troy was changing. That he was becoming someone who wanted to be here and be present with me.

The soft lighting and the stunning view of the city skyline from our table set a romantic backdrop for our evening. We toasted to my success, with Troy raising his glass of champagne high.

“To the most amazing woman I know,” Troy cheered, clinking his glass against mine. “And to many more successes to come.”

“To us and to the future!” I echoed, suddenly caught up in the moment.

We went through the menu and ordered our meals while Troy spoke about the shared dreams that we had—from the Bali holiday that we had been speaking about for a long time, to wanting to move in together soon.

“I just think it’s time,” Troy said. “And now that you have your promotion, it will be much easier for us.”

Everything went along well, until the waitress brought our food over. Troy kept glancing at her, hoping to catch her eye—he winked at her twice.

I didn’t want to make a scene about it—Troy did this whenever he had something to drink. He behaved as though being a flirt was second nature.

But then, as we neared the end of our meal, I noticed a change in Troy. His usual easy smile tightened when the check was brought to our table. He smiled at the waitress as she stepped aside.

“You should let me pay with your card,” he said, a strain of insistence in his voice.

I was surprised. On the one hand, I didn’t mind paying for the dinner because it was my promotion and I was making a lot more money than I had before. But at the same time, I had also hoped that Troy would want to spoil me for the night.

“Why can’t you use your own card?” I asked, surprised by the frown on his face.

Troy’s irritation was barely concealed.

“Clearly because you’re the one who got promoted, and I don’t have enough money for these fancy dinners, Lisa! You know that, and yet you act like you don’t.”

I was confused by his logic.

“I’ll just pay with my card,” I said, putting my handbag on the table. “It’s not a big deal.”

My boyfriend’s face hardened as he took a sip of his whiskey—he had switched from champagne halfway through the meal.

“It’s embarrassing, Lisa,” he said. “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 react to Troy’s words. It didn’t make sense to me. And I couldn’t understand what the waitress had to do with who was paying for our meal.

I would have retaliated and stood up for myself, but I could feel my energy being drained by Troy.

I felt cornered. And because I wanted to avoid making a scene, I reluctantly handed over my card.

Troy smirked and picked up my card, signaling for the waitress with an exaggerated flourish, presenting my card as if he were performing a grand gesture.

“I’ll be right back with the card machine,” the waitress said.

Feeling uneasy, I excused myself to the restroom. I just needed a moment to be myself. Troy did this all the time. But I thought that the evening was going well and that he was changing.

Of course, I was wrong.

Before thinking it through, I pulled my phone out and logged onto my banking app. With a few swipes and clicks, I had blocked my card.

Let’s see him pay now, I thought to myself.

On my way back, I paused near the bar, my attention caught by Troy’s laughter from across the room.

He was flirting openly with the waitress, scribbling something onto a napkin—presumably his phone number.

He handed it to her with a wink. I was stunned. I was hurt. A rush of indignation surged through me.

I returned to the table as the waitress spoke.

“I’m sorry, but there seems to be a problem,” she said. “Your card was declined.”

Troy’s confident façade crumbled as he stammered, turning away.

“What?” he asked. “Surely that can’t be right.”

Feigning concern, I suggested that Troy call the bank.

He sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone, dialing the bank and putting the call on speaker.

The representative asked for the card number, which Troy read off my card, followed by a request for the account password.

Finally, Troy hesitated. He was at a loss.

“Okay, Sir,” the person said through the phone. “If you can verify the last three transactions, it would help.”

The waitress hopped from one foot to the other.

“I can answer that,” I said. “A lavender-scented candle, some skincare products, and a new book. And Sir, the name on the card is Lisa Simmons.”

The waitress’s expression cleared with understanding, and Troy was left floundering for a response.

I then pulled out another card and paid the bill myself.

“Lucky I have two cards,” I told Troy and the waitress. “But babe, since you enjoyed the service, I think you can get the tip.”

Troy, red-faced, scrambled through his wallet, pulling out only expired coupons and a few small bills.

I stood up, waiting for Troy to say something—anything, but he sat there tight-lipped.

“Hey, I didn’t take his number,” the waitress said, a smirk playing on her lips. “I just threw the napkin away.”

“I’ll find my own way home,” I told Troy as I walked out into the night.

As I walked outside, I didn’t know if I had made a mistake. But at the end of the day, no relationship should make a person second guess themselves or make them feel like celebrating themselves is wrong.

Which is something that Troy did all the time.

I think I’m finally done with him.

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Roy Rogers and Dale Evans: The Legendary Hollywood Family

Famed Hollywood stars Roy Rogers and Dale Evans were not only known for their iconic roles on the big screen but also became beloved television stars. Roy, known as the “King of the Cowboys,” captivated audiences with his singing cowboy persona and his faithful palomino horse, Trigger. He had his own show, the Roy Rogers Show, and appeared in over a hundred films.

Roy and Dale

Between his marriages to Grace Arline Wilkins and Dale Evans, Roy Rogers had a total of nine children. While some followed in their famous father’s footsteps in Hollywood, others chose quieter paths. Let’s take a closer look at the fascinating lives of Roy Rogers’ offspring.

Cheryl Rogers and Linda Lou Rogers: Two Paths, One Family

Cheryl and Linda

Grace Arline Wilkins and Cheryl Rogers adopted Cheryl when she was young. As a child, she made cameo appearances in films alongside her father and his famous horse, Trigger. Linda, Roy Rogers’ biological daughter with Grace, lived a quieter life. She was married to priest Gary Johnson for over 40 years until his passing in 2008. Linda now enjoys her time with her children and grandchildren in California.

Dusty Rogers: The Legacy Continues

Roy Rogers Jr., affectionately known as Dusty, is Roy Rogers’ only biological son. Dusty made his first appearance on The Roy Rogers Show as a young boy and later went on to manage his father’s career. He was also a talented musician, leading the bands Roy Rogers Jr. and the High Riders and being a member of the Sons of the Pioneers.

Honoring the Lost: Robin and Deborah Lee Rogers

Robin and Deborah

Dale Evans and Roy Rogers’ daughter, Robin, tragically passed away at a young age due to mumps complications. To honor her memory, Dale wrote the heartfelt book “Angel Unaware.” Deborah Lee Rogers, adopted during the Korean War, found a loving home with the family. Sadly, Deborah and other children from her church were involved in a devastating bus accident in Los Angeles, resulting in her untimely death at the age of 12.

Dodie Rogers and Mimi Rogers: Love and Adoption

Native American Dodie Rogers joined the family when she was just seven months old. After marrying NASA worker Jon Patterson, Dodie became a mother to their daughter, Kristin, and now enjoys being a grandmother to her own grandkids. Mimi Rogers, originally named Marion Fleming, became a member of the family after Roy and Dale adopted her from a children’s home in Scotland. Mimi went on to have three children with her husband, Marine Dan, before his passing. Now a grandma herself, Mimi cherishes her role in the family.

Tom Fox: A Musical Life

Tom Fox

Tom Fox, Dale Evans’ biological son from her previous marriage, was lovingly brought up by Roy and Dale. Throughout his life, Tom pursued a career as a music minister and educator, leaving a lasting impact on those he encountered. He passed away in 2012, leaving behind a legacy of music and family values.

Through happiness, sorrow, and love, the remarkable story of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans’ family stands as a testament to their unwavering family principles and lasting impact on Hollywood and beyond.

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