Cucks are for wallets

It’s adorable watching you realize you were never competition. My man gets the dates, the kisses, the attention, the version of me you’ll never touch, and you get to sit with your card out pretending that doesn’t make you ache.

So be useful.

Cover our drinks. Pay for dinner. Fund the extras that make me smile while he gets the credit. Every send is another reminder that your place was never beside me, it was underneath the lifestyle you wish you had.

And the funniest part? You keep coming back for more.

Because being my little cuck wallet suits you. He gets spoiled with me, I get spoiled by you, and you get exactly what you deserve: a receipt and praise.