American Psycho
During my freshman year in high school, my boyfriend at the time broke up with me because “I was too poor for him”. A year before we started dating, the company my dad had worked for for 20 years went bankrupt; every single employee lost their job. He was unemployed for two years. Actively seeking, astounding recommendations from previous employers, just no degree.
He refused to go to my house because it “made him feel claustrophobic”. My house is roughly 2,000 sq. feet, with vaulted ceilings. It’s not a mansion by any means, but it’s not puny either. He didn’t understand why I didn’t get a brand new car for my birthday like he did. I didn’t even have my license, not to mention we couldn’t afford it.
That’s when I realized just how entitled he was. His father died when he was really young, and they got a metric ton of money from it. His mom made a lot of money from her job, so they were REALLY well off. He didn’t understand why other people would “choose not to be rich”.
Apparently he told his mom about our breakup a week later or so because she called me crying and apologizing for her son’s horrible behavior. She felt horrible that he ended a year-long relationship because of my parent’s income.