My Boyfriend Ended Our Relationship and Gave Me an Invoice for All He ‘Spent on Me’

When Kyra discovers, by accident, that her boyfriend, Henry, has been cheating on her, she goes completely numb. Until he sends her an invoice for everything that he had ever spent on her. Fueled by her anger, Kyra fights back, exposing Henry for who he is and asking for her monetary rewards in return.

We’ve all heard of crazy boyfriend or ex-boyfriend stories—I mean, when I was in college, it was a common sleepover story.

I’ve heard of the boyfriend who wanted to taste everything his girlfriend ate—before she did. And an ex-boyfriend who demanded that his ex-girlfriend help him study for finals because it was her fault that he wasn’t able to concentrate.

But I didn’t expect my relationship to turn into one of those stories.

I had been dating Henry for two years. We had met in college at a party and after a night of drunken conversation over fries, we ended up dating.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect—in fact, over the course of it, we had broken up three times.

“Come on, Kyra,” Henry said. “We either get back together or we break up for good.”

It was the defining moment in our relationship because Henry was the one who wanted to call the shots. He wanted us to stay together, and I wanted us to call it a day.

Over the years, Henry and I had gotten into enough fights, motivating me to turn to therapy to help me cope with the stress of it.

“And yet,” my friend Brent said, “you still remain with him.”

It was just another ordinary Friday evening and Henry had come over to my place. We were going to eat pizza and watch series until we fell asleep.

A few hours into the evening, Henry had fallen asleep on the couch and I casually reached over to grab his phone to check the time.

But I was completely unprepared for everything that followed.

Just as I picked up Henry’s phone, his screen lit up with a text message from another girl.

Hey, babe! See you later or are we meeting tomorrow?

“Hey, who’s this?” I asked, nudging him awake and handing him the phone with a puzzled look.

Henry snatched the phone from my hand in a fury, his face clouding over.

“Kyra, why are you reading my messages?” he snapped, his tone defensive.

“I was just looking for the time,” I stammered. “My phone is on charge in the kitchen. I wasn’t snooping or anything.”

Henry stood up, took a swig of his now room-temperature beer, and paced around my living room.

“This is my private stuff, Kyra,” he accused. “You shouldn’t be looking at all.”

Before I could process what was happening, Henry began putting his shoes on, and then he made a final decision about our relationship.

“I think we’re done here. I can’t trust you anymore!”

And with that, he left my apartment.

Stunned, I watched him leave. We were over in the blink of an eye after two years.

I couldn’t understand if I felt relief or devastation. I would miss Henry, of course, but at the same time—I didn’t think that this was the worst thing.

Henry had been emotionally manipulating me for a long time, but I had felt a familiarity with him. And that had made it easier to stay with him.

It was the comfort of being with a familiar person, despite the heartache that came with them.

I could hear my mother’s words loud in my head.

“Kyra,” she would say, “You’re too smart to be playing a game like this. Let go of the dead weight. Henry has been nothing but dead weight since your first big fight.”

And she would be correct.

I decided to take a shower, I needed to lull my body into a sense of relaxation so that I could just let go and sleep.

And then it truly dawned on me—the reason for the breakup now was because I had caught Henry cheating on me. At first, I was too stunned. I was stunned by the fact that he had walked out on me.

But I finally managed to realize that he had actually been dating another woman. And had no idea how long it had been going on for.

The thought was too much for me to comprehend. I had so many questions running through my mind—how long had Henry been cheating on me? Who was the other person? What would have happened if I hadn’t found out?

The next few days were a complete blur—I felt a sense of relief knowing that I was untied to Henry. But at the same time, I felt hollow and a bit raw.

I found myself crying—not for Henry, but for myself. And through it all, I couldn’t understand why I was so upset.

While making a cup of tea, an email pinged on my laptop, signaling me to my desk.

It was from Henry.

Hoping for an apology, I opened it immediately—only to find a detailed bill listing every single expense that Henry claimed to have incurred on my behalf over the duration of our relationship.

Kyra, please make the payment soon. I need to move on, and you need to make things right with me. I cannot believe I wasted so much time and money on you.

I saw red—a hazy fury took over my sight. My head pounded, and my heart was ready to burst with the flood of feelings that were unleashed by Henry’s email.

“This is insane!” I screamed at the screen.

I shut off my laptop and made myself some soup. Henry and his delusional state of mind could wait. I wasn’t going to pay anything back. I was done with him.

As I cut up some garlic bread, I had an idea.

My friend, Brent, who hated Henry—was a lawyer and he loved a challenge.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said, calling him while I waited for the soup to get ready. “I’ve got a bit of a situation with Henry, and I think I need to hit back with something clever.”

Brent was intrigued. He chuckled and asked me to explain.

“Tell me everything, Kyra,” he said.

The next day, I met Brent at a coffee shop, where we planned on thinking up the next step where I could get back at Henry.

Brent ordered us coffee and pastries, while I pulled up the email from Henry.

As we laid out his claims against my emotional tolls—the late-night anxiety, the therapy costs—he burst out laughing.

“This is actually genius. Let’s draft up a counter-invoice.”

Our response was meticulously calculated, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction sending it back to him.

This inspired me to start a blog about my journey of recovery and empowerment. To my surprise, the blog resonated with many, and soon, a publisher reached out with an interest in turning my experiences into a book.

On the other hand, Henry’s pursuit for repayment dwindled, especially once he realized the potential public fallout and legal ramifications.

“I cannot believe that you did that, Kyra,” Henry said. “People are messaging me constantly now. Why would you embarrass me like that? Why would you post the invoice I sent you? You owe me!”

I sat in front of the TV and let Henry vent on speaker.

I had absolutely no intention of explaining myself. My blog did expose him—and sure, I did post the invoice. But it was my way of healing through the entire ordeal.

But as always, Henry had to make it about himself. He commented on some of the blog posts, stating that I was yet to pay him for everything.

In reply, other readers let him have it—calling him out on his selfishness.

When Brent came over for dinner, he sat down and chuckled.

“Looks like Henry got the message,” Brent said. “He has dropped all demands. It seems like he just didn’t want to risk any further exposure.”

In the end, not only did I manage to counter his pettiness with strength, but I also carved out a new path for myself.

This wasn’t just about a breakup recovery—it was a rebirth.

What would you have done?

“Julia Roberts’ Twins Are All Grown Up — See the Stunning Pics of Her ‘Mini-Me’ Teens

Actress Julia Roberts thinks her twins, Phinnaeus and Hazel, who are now grown up, look a lot like their dad, Danny Moder.

The “Pretty Woman” star and her husband are known for keeping their family life out of the spotlight. However, every now and then, they share glimpses of their three children on social media. When Danny recently posted photos of the couple’s 19-year-old twins, fans couldn’t help but admire how much they resemble their father.

At age 37, Julia Roberts gave birth to twins Phinnaeus and Hazel, both arriving healthy around 3 a.m. on November 28, 2004, in a Los Angeles hospital. Her younger son, Henry, now 17, was born on June 18, 2007.

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Julia has shared how motherhood came when she was ready, saying her kids “chose” her to guide them. Despite sometimes feeling nervous about parenting, she believes she was prepared when they entered her life.

Julia and Danny Moder keep their family private, but they’ve shared sweet glimpses on social media. Julia once joked that Henry used to think “the twins” meant all three siblings instead of just Phinnaeus and Hazel.

Julia has also kept her children out of the spotlight, choosing to protect them from fame’s pressures. Her kids knew she was famous but didn’t fully understand what it meant, though they sometimes saw tabloid headlines in stores, which made Julia feel uneasy. Hurtful rumors, especially those about her marriage, also affected her.

Because of these challenges, Julia and Danny decided to move their family out of Los Angeles to avoid the Hollywood scene. They initially stayed in L.A. for work, but later settled in San Francisco to give their kids a more private life.

To keep them safe from media pressures, Julia has banned her children from using social media. She also sets limits on what they watch on TV and holds family meetings to keep open communication and help them navigate today’s world.

Julia has worked hard to help her kids feel empowered. For example, when Hazel faced challenges, Julia brought her to her first Women’s March in Washington, hoping it would show her she has a voice and a place in the world.

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Hazel is a unique individual, and when she joined her dad at the Cannes Film Festival in 2021, she even skipped makeup, preferring a simple look. She also shares her mom’s love for fashion, trying on Julia’s famous black and white Valentino gown from the 2001 Oscars. Although it didn’t fit, Julia remembered how beautiful Hazel looked in it.

Julia often reflects on motherhood, saying there’s no “mastering” it. She believes parents should seek help when needed, as parenting brings new challenges.

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In 2022, Julia admitted she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness when her twins went off to college, as she never had that experience herself. Although Julia feels her kids resemble her, she sees them look more like Danny when he’s home, and fans agree.

On the twins’ 17th birthday in 2021, Danny posted a picture that had fans commenting on how much they look like their dad. A year later, on their 18th birthday, Julia shared a cute baby photo of them. These “babies” will be turning 20 in late 2024!

Julia and Danny, who’ve been married for 22 years, are happy together and have done their best to protect their kids from the pressures of fame. Based on their family’s social media moments, they seem to have created a joyful and close-knit family.

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