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My Roommate's Boyfriend Consumed My Groceries Every Single Day, But What He Did After That Was Even Crazier

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Jul 01, 2024
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Before Ryan, our shared apartment was a peaceful sanctuary amidst our hectic lives as a junior doctor and marketing professional. But when Jenna's boyfriend started raiding our fridge daily, it turned our once harmonious home into a battleground over groceries and respect.

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My name is Emma, and I'm a junior doctor. My life revolves around grueling hours at the hospital. Every day feels like a marathon. I get home late, hoping for some rest, but peace is hard to find in my shared apartment.

Young doctor | Source: Pexels

Young doctor | Source: Pexels

Before Ryan came into our lives, living with Jenna was pretty harmonious. We both had busy schedules but managed to make our apartment a peaceful haven.

I was a junior doctor, juggling long shifts at the hospital. Jenna worked in marketing, which meant she had her fair share of late nights and tight deadlines too.

Weekends were a rare treat for us. On the few weekends that I wasn't on call, we'd have lazy Saturday mornings, sipping coffee and catching up on each other's lives.

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It wasn't perfect, but it worked for us. There was an unspoken understanding and mutual respect that kept things running smoothly.

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Girls hanging out | Source: Pexels

This balance made our apartment feel like a sanctuary amidst the chaos of our work lives. Then Ryan entered the picture, and everything changed. Now, he is here almost every day, and he eats my groceries like they're his. No matter how much I stock up, the fridge is empty by the time I get home. Milk? Gone. Eggs? Devoured. Fresh veggies? Vanished. It's infuriating.

"Jenna," I said one night, "Ryan ate all my groceries again."

Annoyed blonde woman | Source: Pexels

Annoyed blonde woman | Source: Pexels

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She shrugged, "He's just hungry, Emma. He Venmo's you the money, doesn't he?"

"That's not the point," I replied. "I come home exhausted, looking forward to a meal, and there's nothing left for me. I don't have time to shop every day."

Jenna just sighed, "You're being petty. It's just food."

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Woman rolls eyes | Source: Pexels

But it wasn't just food to me. It was the last straw after a long day. And Ryan's casual, "I'll Venmo you," every time he cleaned out the fridge was like rubbing salt in the wound. He treated me like his personal grocery delivery service.

One evening, I confronted Ryan directly. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, as usual.

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"Ryan, you can't keep eating my groceries," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

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Angry woman | Source: Pexels

He looked up, smiling, "Hey, Emma. No worries, I'll Venmo you."

"That's not the issue," I said, frustration bubbling up. "I need the food I buy. I don't have time to keep restocking."

He chuckled, "You're serious? It's just food. Chill out."

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Chuckling man | Source: Pexels

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"Just food?" I echoed. "It's my food. I'm tired of coming home to an empty fridge."

Ryan shrugged, clearly not getting it. "Fine, I'll stop. But I don't see the big deal."

But he didn't stop. Days went by, and nothing changed. Every night, I came home to an empty fridge. The frustration built up until I couldn't take it anymore.

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Empty fridge | Source: Pexels

The next day, I went out to get groceries with a new plan in mind. As I shopped, I made sure to pick up my usual items: milk, eggs, fresh veggies, and a few extras. When I got home, I meticulously labeled everything with absurdly high prices. $50 for milk, $20 for broccoli, $20 for an apple. It looked ridiculous, but I was desperate to make a point.

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That evening, Ryan came over as usual. I was sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to read a magazine, but really, I was waiting for his reaction. He opened the fridge and stared at the price tags, his jaw dropping.

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Price tags | Source: Pexels

"What is this?" he asked, holding up a carton of milk labeled $50.

"Those are the new prices," I said calmly. "Since you treat my fridge like a mini-bar, I thought it was only fair."

He laughed, thinking I was joking. But when I didn't laugh back, his smile faded. "You're serious?"

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Laughing man | Source: Pexels

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"Dead serious," I replied. "Pay up or stop eating my food."

Ryan sighed and, incredibly, pulled out his phone. "Fine, whatever," he muttered, Venmoing me the inflated amounts. I watched him, a small smile playing on my lips. It was working. He was actually paying.

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Man on his phone | Source: Pexels

With the money Ryan sent me, I went out and bought a mini fridge. It was perfect – small enough to fit in my room, but big enough to hold all my essentials. The best part? It had a lock. I set it up in my room, moved my groceries into it, and locked it tight. Finally, my food was safe.

The first night with my new mini fridge felt amazing. I came home, opened my mini fridge, and there were my groceries, untouched and exactly where I left them. I made myself a simple dinner, enjoying the satisfaction of knowing Ryan couldn't touch it.

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Mini fridge | Source: Midjourney

Days turned into weeks, and the change in my life was incredible. No more coming home to an empty fridge. No more frustration building up. I felt a sense of control I hadn't felt in months. My stress levels went down, and I could actually relax when I got home.

Jenna noticed the change too. "You seem happier lately," she said one evening.

"I am," I replied with a smile. "Taking control of the fridge situation made a huge difference."

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Happy satisfied woman | Source: Pexels

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Ryan, on the other hand, was less pleased. "You didn't have to go that far," he grumbled one day. "It was just food."

"It wasn't just food to me," I said firmly. "It was about respect and boundaries."

Reflecting on everything, I realized this whole ordeal taught me a lot. Setting boundaries is crucial, and sometimes, you have to take creative measures to enforce them. Ryan didn't respect my food, but by taking a stand, I made him understand the value of respect.

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Upset man | Source: Pexels

Every time I locked my mini fridge, I felt a little surge of victory. I had outsmarted the lazy freeloader, and it felt good. It wasn't just about the food – it was about standing up for myself and making sure my needs were met.

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To anyone facing a similar situation, I'd say: take control. Don't let others take advantage of your kindness. Set boundaries, and don't be afraid to enforce them. It's not about being petty; it's about respecting yourself and your space.

Emma's new mini fridge with a lock | Source: Midjourney

Emma's new mini fridge with a lock | Source: Midjourney

In the end, I learned that sometimes, a bit of cleverness and determination can solve even the most frustrating problems. And every time I locked my mini fridge, I smiled, knowing I had won.

My Roommate's Boyfriend Started Stealing My Food – So, I Prepared a Clever Revenge for Him

When my almond milk, among other food items, started disappearing, I knew someone was helping themselves to my groceries. Confronting my roommate Tina and her dubious boyfriend Dylan revealed secrets and tensions, leading to a dramatic showdown that would decide the fate of our shared living space.

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I couldn't stand it anymore. Every time I opened the fridge, another one of my precious groceries was missing. It wasn't the odd thing here and there; it was always the good stuff. My artisanal cheeses, my salami, and the almond milk I loved.

Jennifer's artisanal cheeses and almond milk begin mysteriously disappearing from the fridge | Source: Pexels

Jennifer's artisanal cheeses and almond milk begin mysteriously disappearing from the fridge | Source: Pexels

I glanced at the fridge for the millionth time that week and sighed. Tina was sitting on the couch, painting her toenails bright red.

"Tina," I said, trying to keep my voice calm, "we need to talk."

She looked up, blinking. "What's up, Jen?"

"My food keeps disappearing. Specifically, the stuff I pay extra for."

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you saying I'm taking it?"

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"Well, I'm saying Dylan might be."

Tina's face flushed. "Dylan? No way. He wouldn't do that. Besides, you're always so paranoid about your food."

Tina, painting her nails bright red, denies any knowledge of the missing groceries.

Tina, painting her nails bright red, denies any knowledge of the missing groceries.

I clenched my fists. "It's not paranoia if it's true."

Tina huffed, her annoyance palpable. "Look, Dylan's my guest. Don't we share things in this house? I don't mind if you take some of my food, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is I'm the one paying extra for valuable stuff, like the almond milk," I snapped. "And it's not just a bit. It's everything."

Tina rolled her eyes. "You're so possessive."

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I bit back a retort, turning away. This wasn't going anywhere. She was too smitten with the guy to see reason. I needed another way to prove my point.

Jennifer takes stock of her remaining groceries, noticing the untouched celery | Source: Pexels.

Jennifer takes stock of her remaining groceries, noticing the untouched celery | Source: Pexels.

The next morning, I took stock of what was left. Oddly, the green vegetables, like broccoli and celery were always untouched. An idea struck me. What if I started cooking with those? I sautéed some broccoli and mixed it with my pasta, hoping it would make a difference.

For a few days, it did. I deliberately placed containers of left-overs of that stuff in the fridge, and it remained untouched. But the almond milk? That kept vanishing. It was infuriating. One night, I overheard Tina and Dylan talking in the living room.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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