Moving into a new apartment is usually an exciting time, filled with hope and new beginnings. That’s what I thought when my partner and I decided to make the leap and start a new life together. Little did I know that our first day in our new home would also be our last.

After two years of dating, it seemed like the natural next step to take. We were ready for a fresh start, a place that we could call our own. But it didn’t take long for things to take a turn for the worse.

I always believed in equality and teamwork, so I was taken aback when my partner insisted on a traditional division of labor. He claimed that he depended on his mother for all domestic tasks and was not open to sharing the responsibilities. I tried to build a cooperative relationship, but he wasn’t having it.

Our argument quickly escalated, and things got worse when he suggested paying me to be his housekeeper. It was clear that something wasn’t right. I couldn’t tolerate being treated like that. So, in the dead of night, I made the difficult decision to leave.

When I returned the next morning to gather my belongings, I was greeted with a shocking sight. My ex-partner was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game, with no regard for the events of the previous night. That was the moment I knew I had made the right choice. Without looking back, I firmly closed the door on that chapter of my life and walked away.

Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns, and it’s up to us to make the tough choices. Moving on from a failed relationship is never easy, but it’s important to prioritize our own happiness and well-being. And even though that first day in our new apartment didn’t go as planned, it marked the start of a new chapter in my life.