When Love Turns Into a Lesson

I met this insanely beautiful girl from Eastern Europe. Not just pretty - she was smart, funny, and could talk about literally anything. It felt real. Like finally, someone who got me.

We clicked right away. Texted non-stop, shared photos, had long calls - the whole thing felt like a real relationship. I wanted to visit her, but she said it was a bad idea - there was a war going on, it wasn’t safe. She convinced me it’d be better if she came to me in US instead.

I started helping her out, she had a low-paid job - small gifts, some money, just because I wanted to. Then came the visa thing. She said it’d cost $5,000 through some “special company” that could fast-track it in two weeks. Sounded weird, but I trusted her.

When she was supposedly crossing the border, she texted me — turns out her passport was expired. Like, how do you even miss that? That’s insane! She said she could fix it right there for $7,000. Everything felt urgent, emotional - I didn’t think straight, just wanted to help. They could hold her there for a long time so I just panicked.

Then she said she had to make a new passport. A few weeks later, another issue - a long waiting list. Three months unless she paid another $6,000 to “speed it up.”

That’s when it hit me.

I told her I couldn’t send any more money, that we’d just wait if it was real. She didn’t like that - kept pushing, guilt-tripping, trying to sound desperate.

After that, I stopped responding. She only texted a few more times to ask if I’d changed my mind.

And that was it. Silence.

Now I honestly don’t even know how to trust women again.