This Woman Lived Rent-free, Lied to Go Clubbing, Let a Stranger Lose Her BF’s Car, and Then Said She “Did Nothing Wrong”

There are “bad choices,” and then there are “I’m-going-to-set-my-entire-relationship-on-fire-with-a-single-lie” choices. This, my friends, is a story about the second kind. It is a tale of a lie so spectacular, so layered, that it led to a car getting towed, a set of keys being lost to a stranger, and an entire family getting mad at the wrong person.

Our narrator is a 33-year-old man who is, by all accounts, a pretty generous guy. He received an inheritance and bought a condo in downtown Vancouver. His 28-year-old girlfriend, Stephanie, has been living with him for two years, rent-free. He also makes more money, so he “pays for pretty much everything else.” She is, in short, living a pretty sweet, subsidized life.

This all changes one Saturday morning. Stephanie tells him she’s going to a “family dinner.” But not just any dinner. A serious, somber “family meeting.” She says they need to “discuss what to do with grandma, who was showing signs of dementia.” She even added details like her brother and aunt coming in from out of town. A very believable, very specific lie.

She, of course, needs to borrow his car for this tragic family event. He, being a good partner, hands over the keys.

Later that night, around 10 PM, he gets a text. She’d “had a few glasses of wine” with her mom and was going to spend the night. Still plausible. Still on-story. The perfect crime.

The next morning, around 10 AM, she’s still not home. He calls. No answer. He texts. No reply. He’s worried. So, he calls her mom. And the mom… “tells me, she is not there, and there was no family dinner.”

I need you to feel the ice-cold dread of that moment. The “dementia” story, the “family meeting,” the “night at mom’s”… all of it, a complete fabrication.

So, what really happened? She finally shows up around noon. She’s buzzing from the entrance because she “lost her keys.” Not just her keys. His keys. The FOB to enter the building. The key to his apartment. And the key to his car. Oh, and the car? She “doesn’t know where my car is.”

It turns out Stephanie’s “family meeting” was actually “clubbing with a friend.” They met a group of three guys and “decided to go home with them.” And since Stephanie was drunk, she let one of these random strangers drive his new car. This stranger then parked the car in a no-parking bus stop, and it got towed.

And her defense for this? This is the part that will send you into orbit. She “believes she did nothing wrong as she didn’t park the car.” She also says she didn’t have s*x with any of them. Only her friend did. (As the narrator notes: “unlikely.”) Her final excuse? She “had no choice but to lie” because “I don’t like going to clubs.”

So, let’s recap: she lied using a story about her sick grandmother, took his car, gave it to a stranger, got it towed, lost all of his keys, and her defense is “it wasn’t me” and “it’s your fault I lied.”

So he did the only sane thing a person could do. He dumped her. And he evicted her.

And now? Her entire family thinks he is the ahole. For… what, exactly? For kicking out the 28-year-con-artist who was living rent-free, treated his property like a toy, and then lied to his face about it?

Is he wrong? Absolutely not. N-T-A. He’s not the ahole. He’s a man who just learned a very expensive, very stressful lesson. She didn’t just lose his keys; she lost her d*mn mind.