When Alice’s boyfriend Matt offered to cover their entire rent, it felt like a dream. “Let me take care of you,” he said, full of warmth. They moved in together, and she imagined building a life—shared meals, Sunday mornings, a real partnership.But the fairy tale cracked on day one.After stepping out to grab lunch, Alice returned,

to find all her belongings stuffed into the hall closet. Matt’s things had taken over every room—his computer setup, his clothes, even the bathroom counter. When she asked why, he barely looked up: “I’m the one paying, so it makes sense to prioritize my stuff.”Then came the kicker:“Make dinner tonight, okay? Least you can do since I’m covering everything.”That’s when Alice realized—this wasn’t love. It was ownership.She didn’t argue. She didn’t cry. She made a call—to Matt’s father.Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Reynolds walked in,