I dated Brandon, a wealthy dentist, for two years despite our different backgrounds. As a hairstylist, I saved for months to buy him the PS5 he wanted, hoping to make a good impression at his family’s lavish annual Family Day.
Instead, I was publicly humiliated. After Brandon gave his relatives luxury gifts, he handed me a velvet box containing a single penny, while his sister sneered that it was all I deserved. In that moment, I realized their world was built on money, classism, and cruelty. I walked away knowing I deserved respect, dignity, and real love — not judgment based on my bank account.
