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.
What would you do?
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Foo Fighters’ Frontman Welcomes Baby Outside Marriage—See His Daughters’ Surprising Response
Dave Grohl, the lead singer of Foo Fighters, has been in the news recently for a big scandal involving his personal life. This news has not only shocked his fans but also affected his family. To escape the intense attention from the media, Grohl’s daughters have chosen to stay away from social media.
Dave Grohl is famous for his energetic performances and big personality. But this recent news about his personal life has caught everyone off guard.
On September 10, Dave Grohl shared on Instagram that he had recently become the father of a new baby girl. However, this baby was not with his wife, Jordyn Blum.
Grohl admitted that he is facing a tough situation and is working hard to rebuild trust with his family. He expressed his love for his wife and children and said he is doing everything he can to earn their forgiveness.
The news about Dave Grohl’s new baby has had a big impact on his family. His two daughters, Violet, 18, and Harper, 15, have chosen to deactivate their Instagram accounts. They may be stepping back from social media to avoid the intense attention and scrutiny.
Violet had a large following with 225,000 fans under the username “viioletgrohl,” while Harper had over 40,000 followers as “harpergrohll.” As of now, both of their accounts are no longer active.
After Dave Grohl’s announcement about his new baby, fans trying to visit Violet and Harper’s Instagram profiles now see a message saying “page not found.” Violet’s account reportedly went blank just an hour after the announcement, but it’s not clear when Harper’s account was deactivated.
Many fans have taken to social media to voice their disappointment. One user expressed their feelings, saying, “This is really disappointing. I know people aren’t perfect and make mistakes, but it’s just another example of how few people take marriage vows seriously.”
Another commenter criticized the impact of Grohl’s actions on his family, saying, “Now a family is torn apart because of it. No matter what you say, kids are never the same after this.”
Other people were shocked by Grohl’s decision. One user asked, “Imagine a man who has it all – money, fame, a house, a family, and a beautiful wife – and he still betrays her in the worst way.”
Users continued to express their frustration, arguing that Grohl’s claim of love for his wife didn’t match his actions. They pointed out that Grohl’s statement about loving his wife while cheating on her seemed contradictory and insincere.
One user suggested that cheating and having a child outside of his marriage was a deep betrayal. They felt it showed a complete lack of understanding of love and respect for his family.
While many expressed their disappointment, others sympathized with Grohl’s family. One fan shared, “Look at how beautiful his family is. It’s heartbreaking to think he would risk it all for something like this. I hope his wife and daughters can find healing and move forward.”
Grohl and Jordyn Blum have been married for over 20 years. They first met in 2001 at the Sunset Marquis Whiskey Bar in Los Angeles. Just two years later, on August 2, 2003, they got married. Together, they have three daughters.
Their eldest daughter, Violet, born in 2006, has shown a strong interest in music, much like her father. During the 2023 Glastonbury Festival, Grohl proudly introduced Violet on stage, calling her his “favorite singer in the world.” He shared that they would perform “Show Me How,” a song he wrote for his mother (Violet’s grandmother), which is featured on their latest album, “But Here We Are.”
As the performance wrapped up, Grohl proudly shouted that Violet was “his girl” and joked about how much he enjoyed being on stage with her, even if he hit a wrong note.
The couple’s family also includes Harper, born in 2009, and 10-year-old Ophelia, born in 2014. Despite recent difficulties, Grohl and Blum had continued to be a visible couple. In July 2024, they were spotted together at the Wimbledon tennis tournament in London, enjoying the event.
Interestingly, this isn’t Dave Grohl’s first marriage. He was previously married to photographer Jennifer Leigh Youngblood in the ’90s, but they divorced in 1997.
In a 2007 interview with *The Guardian*, Grohl admitted that infidelity was a factor in their breakup. This issue appears to have resurfaced in his current relationship, as highlighted by his recent announcement.
As Dave Grohl and Jordyn Blum navigate this new chapter, their two decades of shared history remind us that even rock legends face the complexities of family and relationships.
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