When Jake told me we should move to Alaska to save money and finally start building our future, I said yes without a second thought. But after a quick goodbye trip with my girlfriends, I came home to something I never expected. Something that turned my world upside down.
I’m Chloe, and at 25, I thought I had life figured out.
I was living in my mom’s old house in South Carolina and working as a freelance graphic designer. The house was small but cozy, with a wrap-around porch and a garden that my mom had loved before she moved to Alaska five years ago.
Jake moved in with me about two years into our relationship.
At first, it felt like we were playing house in the best way possible. We enjoyed movie nights on the couch, cooked dinner together, and talked about our future over morning coffee. We didn’t even have to pay rent.
But somewhere along the way, “playing house” became me carrying the house.
It happened after Jake had been unemployed for eight months. He’d quit his job at the marketing firm because his boss was “too demanding,” and since then, he’d been living off his savings and my income.
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“I’m figuring things out,” he’d say whenever I brought up job applications. “I don’t want to just take any job. I want to find my passion.”
Meanwhile, I was paying for groceries, utilities, and basically everything except his car payment. Jake would spend his days gaming, watching YouTube videos about cryptocurrency, or hanging out with friends who were also mysteriously unemployed.
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“You’re so good at taking care of things,” he’d tell me. “I’m lucky to have someone so organized.”
I told myself it was temporary. That he just needed time to find his direction. That love meant supporting each other through tough times.
One evening, while I was making dinner and Jake was on the couch scrolling through his phone, he suddenly got up and walked over to me.
“Chloe,” he said, turning off the stove and taking my hands. “I love you. I want to spend my life with you.”
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My heart started racing. Was this really happening?
“I know I don’t have a ring yet, and I know things haven’t been perfect, but I want to marry you. Will you be my wife?”
I just stared at him. This wasn’t the proposal I’d dreamed of, but seeing the man I loved the most in front of me melted my heart. I didn’t want it any other way.
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“Yes,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck. “Of course, yes!”
“I’m going to get you the most beautiful ring,” he promised. “And we’re going to have the wedding of your dreams. I just need to get back on my feet first.”
I believed him.
A few weeks later, my mom, Denise, came to visit from Alaska. She’s one of those practical, no-nonsense women who can fix a broken pipe and bake the perfect apple pie in the same afternoon.
She moved to rural Alaska after Dad died, saying she needed space to heal and adventure to feel alive again.
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Over dinner, Jake opened up to her in a way he rarely did with me.
“I feel like such a failure,” he told her. “Chloe deserves so much better. She deserves a guy who can afford to buy her an engagement ring. Someone who can plan a real wedding. Instead, she’s stuck with me.”
Mom listened carefully, nodding. “Jake, honey, being down on your luck doesn’t make you a failure. But staying down does.”
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“I just don’t know how to get ahead here,” he said. “Everything’s so expensive. By the time I pay for gas and food and everything else, there’s nothing left to save.”
I reached over and squeezed his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”
A week after Mom went back to Alaska, my phone rang.
“Chloe, honey, I have an idea,” she said. “Is Jake there? Put me on speaker.”
Jake joined me on the couch, looking curious.
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“I’ve been thinking about what you said, Jake. About wanting to get ahead but not being able to save money. What if I told you there was a place where you could live rent-free, make more money than you’ve ever made, and save enough for your future in just two years?”
“That sounds too good to be true,” Jake said.
“It’s not easy,” Mom warned. “It’s Alaska. The work is hard. The winters are long and dark. But people up here make serious money during the busy season. And if you lived with me, you wouldn’t pay rent or utilities. Just food and your personal expenses.”
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“Mom, I’ve worked in Alaska before,” I said, looking at Jake. “And I loved it there.”
“Exactly! You know what it’s like. You know you can handle it.”
Jake was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “How much money are we talking about?”
“If you both work the fishing season and pick up winter jobs, you could easily save $50,000 each in two years. Maybe more.”
“That would be enough for a wedding,” he said slowly. “And a down payment on a house.”
“And a ring,” I added, smiling.
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Jake turned to me. “What do you think? Want to have an adventure?”
“Are you serious?” I practically bounced on the couch. “Yes! Absolutely yes!”
We set a move-out date for three months later. Jake seemed excited, talking about how this was exactly what we needed to jumpstart our life together.
I should have noticed that his excitement felt different from mine. I was dreaming about our future, while he was just relieved to have a plan that didn’t require him to actually do anything yet.
But I was too busy planning our Alaskan adventure to see the red flags waving right in front of me.
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Two days before our departure, my girlfriends Sarah and Jessica insisted on taking me out for a goodbye weekend.
“This might be the last time we see you for two years!” Sarah said. “We’re not taking no for an answer.”
I didn’t want to leave Jake with all the last-minute details, but he insisted. “Go have fun with your girls. I’ve got everything under control here.”
We drove to Charleston for the weekend and had the best time of our lives with spa dates, fancy dinners, and gossip sessions. My friends were excited for me, even though they’d miss me terribly.
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I flew back earlier than planned because I wanted to spend the last night with Jake.
The Uber dropped me off at the house at 6 p.m. I was exhausted but happy, carrying my weekend bag and a box of Charleston pralines for Jake. I couldn’t wait to tell him about the trip and cuddle up with him on the couch for one last movie night.
I put my key in the lock and pushed open the front door.
“Jake! I’m home early!”
The first thing I noticed was the boxes. My boxes. All of them. Stacked neatly by the front door like they were waiting for pickup.
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None of Jake’s boxes were anywhere to be seen.
I stood there for a moment, confused. Maybe he’d moved his stuff to the car already? But we weren’t leaving until tomorrow morning.
“Jake?” I called out again.
“Hey, babe.” His voice came from the living room, casual as ever. “How was your trip?”
I walked into the living room and found him sitting on the couch, watching TV like it was any other Sunday evening.
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“Jake, what’s going on? Why are my boxes by the door? And why haven’t you packed anything?”
He muted the TV and looked at me with an expression I’d never seen before. Detached. Almost bored.
“Yeah, about that,” he said. “I’m not going anymore.”
I waited for him to laugh and tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.
“What do you mean you’re not going?” I asked. “We leave tomorrow morning.”
“I mean, I’m not going to Alaska. I changed my mind.”
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“But… but we have a plan. Mom is expecting us. We bought the plane tickets.”
Jake shrugged. “You can still go. Actually, you should go. It suits you better anyway.”
I sat down heavily in the chair across from him. “Jake, I don’t understand. What happened? Did something change?”
“Look, Chloe, I’ve been thinking about it, and Alaska just isn’t for me. I’m not built for that kind of life. You are. You’ve done it before, and you love all that outdoorsy stuff. But me? I’d be miserable.”
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“But we’re supposed to be building our future together!”
“You don’t need me to build a future. You’re perfectly capable on your own. You’ve been taking care of everything anyway.”
“So, that’s it? You’re… you’re done?”
“I’m being realistic. And hey, look on the bright side, you don’t need this apartment anymore. You can cancel the lease. I’ll take care of everything here.”
“Cancel the lease? Jake, this is my mom’s house. There is no lease.”
“Well, you can go to court if you want it back. But I’ll be staying here.”
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I stared at him, trying to understand what was happening. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be the man I’d been planning to marry.
That’s when I heard it. The sound of a toilet flushing.
Jake didn’t even flinch.
The bathroom door opened, and out walked a girl I’d never seen before. She was wearing one of Jake’s t-shirts. And nothing else.
She walked into the living room like she owned the place, gave me a little wave, and said, “Oh, hi! You must be Chloe. I’m Maddie.”
I looked at Jake. He looked at Maddie. Nobody seemed to think this was weird except me.
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“Jake,” I said slowly, “who is this?”
“This is Maddie,” he said, like he was introducing me to a coworker. “She’s… well, she’s my girlfriend now.”
“Your girlfriend?”
“Yeah. We met a few weeks ago. She’s going to be staying here while you’re in Alaska.”
“Let me get this straight. You planned this whole thing so I would leave and you could move your new girlfriend into my house?”
Jake had the audacity to look annoyed. “Don’t be dramatic, Chloe. We just want different things. I want to stay here and figure out my life. You want to go to Alaska and work on fishing boats. It’s a win-win.”
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“A win-win.” I repeated the words like they were in a foreign language.
“Exactly. You get your adventure, I get some space to figure things out with Maddie. No hard feelings.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t scream or argue at that point. I just walked out of the house with my weekend bag and rode a cab to the airport.
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I spent the night in an airport hotel, staring at the ceiling and processing what had just happened.
At some point around midnight, I called my mom.
“Chloe? Honey, what’s wrong? You sound upset.”
“Mom,” I said, and my voice cracked for the first time. “Jake’s not coming. He… he’s with someone else. He used the Alaska plan to get me out of the house so he could move his new girlfriend in.”
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There was a long pause. Then, “That absolute piece of garbage.”
I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. “Mom, you never swear.”
“I’m making an exception. Are you okay? Where are you?”
“I’m at the airport. I’m flying out in the morning. Alone.”
“Good. Come home, sweetheart. We’ll figure this out together.”
The next morning, I boarded the plane to Alaska with one suitcase and a broken engagement. But for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe.
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Mom picked me up, took one look at my face, and pulled me into the biggest hug of my life.
“I’m proud of you,” she said. “For leaving. For coming here. For choosing yourself.”
“I feel like an idiot,” I admitted as we drove through the stunning Alaskan landscape. “Three years with him, and I never saw it coming.”
“Honey, when someone shows you who they are, believe them. Jake showed you he’s a coward and a user. But you know what else he showed you? That you’re stronger than you think.”
She was right. Within a week, I had a job at a local fishing operation.
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The work was hard, but I loved it. I was outside, I was moving, and I was earning more money than I’d ever made. Every day felt like an adventure.
Two weeks after I arrived, my phone rang. It was my friend Brandon from back home.
“Chloe… Leo and I are driving to South Carolina next week. We’re going to take care of your Jake problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re throwing him and his little girlfriend out of your house. Don’t worry, we’ll be very polite about it. But they’re gone.”
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“Guys, you don’t have to—”
“Yes, we do. You’re family. And family doesn’t let family get walked on by losers.”
A week later, Brandon sent me a photo of Jake and Maddie loading their stuff into a U-Haul while Brandon and Leo supervised from the porch.
The locks had been changed, and the house was mine again.
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“Don’t even ask what happened next,” Brandon texted. “Just know that justice was served, and you never have to think about them again.”
I sent my friends the address to Mom’s place and told them they were always welcome to visit. But I didn’t ask about Jake or Maddie. I didn’t want to know.
Months passed.
I worked and learned to fish and hunt with Mom. I made friends with other seasonal workers. Finally, I started feeling like myself again.
One day at the docks, I met Nate.
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He was from Oregon, working on the fishing boats to save money for his own place. He was quiet, thoughtful, and kind.
“Want to grab coffee after work?” he asked one day after we’d been talking for weeks.
“I’d like that,” I said.
Coffee turned into dinner. Dinner turned into long walks, talking about our dreams. Walks turned into weekend hiking trips and lazy Sunday mornings cooking breakfast together.
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Nate was everything Jake wasn’t.
He worked hard, had his life planned, and treated me like a partner instead of a caretaker.
Two years later, we bought a house together near the mountains.
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I still have the screenshot from Mom’s realtor showing our final payment. Every time I look at it, I think about Jake sitting on that couch, telling me he wasn’t built for Alaska, that he needed to “figure things out.”
Turns out, he was right about one thing. Alaska did suit me better.
It gave me work that challenged me, landscapes that amazed me, friends who had my back, and a man who loved me for exactly who I was.
I’m grateful for everything that happened.
