My parents live in Spain and for the last couple of years I've been having a cheeky fling (both single) with a guy who works at their nearest bar. I'm out there about 5 times a year so we know each other well.
I always foot the bill when we hang out as I earn maybe 12 times what he earns. I never mind. He's a great laugh.
I'm going to Glastonbury this year and I know he's always wanted to go so I paid for his ticket and flights to come with me. Again, not a hardship and I didn't have anyone to go with so I'm excited.
Problem is, on my last day in Spain for the recent trip and he's just told me a "hilarious" story about how, when he first moved to Spain, he and his friends used to pretend to like women so they could get free accommodation.
Obviously I took this really badly and did point out that it didn't make me feel great, although he assured me it had nothing at all to do with me, I literally can't stop thinking about it.
It has completely messed with my head. It's been two weeks I've been home and I've felt sick about it ever since. I'm not an anxious person by nature at all so it's really out of character.
I never used to care if I heard from him from one week to the next but now I feel hypersensitive to his behaviour towards me.
All I can think about is him and his mates laughing at the idiot rich woman who's paid for his holiday and buys him dinner when I'm in Spain.
Now, this doesn't correlate with how we are when we're round each other at all. We have a brilliant time.
But it's left me questioning everything and I literally don't know what to do to calm my nerves.
I'd like to just get to June and enjoy Glasto with him. I've paid for the bloody flight now anyway. But I'm really shook up.