I’m 27F, my boyfriend 29M. On a crowded bus, I gave up my seat to a tired-looking stranger. When he left, my boyfriend spotted a crumpled note left behind.
It read: “You deserve better. If he ever makes you cry again, call me. – S.” My boyfriend’s expression darkened. He accused me of giving the man a reason to write it, twisting a simple act of kindness into something else. We argued in silence all the way home.
That night, I couldn’t stop thinking—not about the stranger, but about how quickly Mateo used the note against me. He never asked if I was okay, only if I was guilty. It made me wonder if the man had seen something I’d been ignoring.
Mateo was once charming, but lately, his protectiveness felt like control. A friend’s words echoed in my mind: “He got angrier at a note than at himself for making you cry.” A week later, I found the paper in our trash. And I realized, maybe it wasn’t the stranger I needed to worry about—it was the relationship I was in.
