Living with a roommate can be a fantastic experience—sharing rent, handling chores together, and always having someone to chat with after a long day. But it can also come with challenges, especially when one person starts taking advantage of the other. I learned this the hard way when my roommate, Taryn, stopped paying me back for groceries, leaving me to foot the bill over and over again.
The Initial Agreement
When I first moved in, we had a simple and fair arrangement: if one of us went grocery shopping, we’d grab whatever the other person needed and then split the cost. It seemed like a good deal—especially since I did most of the shopping anyway. At first, I didn’t mind. It felt like we were balancing things out, and I trusted her. But soon, I started noticing a pattern that made me uneasy. Taryn never paid me back.
The First Red Flags
It started with small, seemingly harmless requests.
“Can you grab some eggs? I’ll Venmo you later,” she’d say.
Or, “I forgot the milk, could you pick some up? I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, eggs and milk are relatively inexpensive, right? But then, the requests began to escalate. Taryn started asking for pricier items—imported chocolates, fancy cheeses, artisan bread, even bottles of wine. Every time, she promised to pay me back. And every time, she didn’t.
When I gently reminded her, she’d always laugh it off. “Oh, I totally forgot! I’ll send you the money tomorrow.” But tomorrow never came.
At the same time, I began to notice that Taryn had no issue spending money on things she clearly didn’t need—designer clothes, takeout every night, weekend getaways. It became painfully obvious that paying me back was at the bottom of her priority list.
The Breaking Point
Things came to a head one evening when I came home from a long day at work. I was exhausted and just wanted to relax, but instead, I walked into our apartment to find Taryn hosting another one of her parties. The living room was packed with people, the music was blaring, and the most upsetting part—there was a spread of food. Expensive food. The same groceries I had bought, the ones she hadn’t paid me back for, were being served to her guests.
I couldn’t believe it. There I was, carefully budgeting to make sure I could pay my bills, while Taryn was throwing a lavish party with the very groceries I had paid for. That was the moment I snapped. I knew I had to do something.
The Plan
I didn’t want to start a huge argument, but I also wasn’t going to let her take advantage of me any longer. So, I decided to teach her a lesson in a way that she’d never forget.
A few days later, Taryn handed me a grocery list for a “girls’ night” she was hosting. The list included expensive items like premium wines, artisan cheeses, exotic fruits, charcuterie meats, and even caviar.
Perfect. I had just the plan in mind.
The Shopping Trip
Instead of buying the high-end items on her list, I went to the dollar store and picked up the cheapest knock-off versions I could find. Instead of premium wine, I grabbed a $2 bottle of off-brand grape juice. For exotic fruits, I bought canned peaches and pineapple. The fancy cheeses? Individually wrapped processed cheese slices. And for the caviar? Let’s just say it was black-dyed gelatin pearls that looked the part but tasted awful.
I also grabbed the cheapest deli meats I could find and bought some expired bargain-bin chocolates. Then, I went home, carefully unpacked everything, and set it all up nicely in the fridge, making it look as appealing as possible.
The Big Reveal
The evening of the girls’ night arrived, and Taryn’s guests showed up, expecting a luxurious spread. She poured the “wine” into glasses and took the first sip—only to immediately spit it out in disgust.
“What is this?!” she coughed, her eyes wide in shock.
I shrugged innocently. “It’s what you asked for. Premium grape wine.”
She moved on to the cheese board, grabbing a slice of what she assumed was cheddar, only to realize it was processed cheese. Her guests began whispering, “Uh, this cheese tastes weird…”
Next, she took a spoonful of the “caviar” and nearly gagged. “What is this?!” she demanded.
I smiled sweetly and replied, “Caviar. Just like you asked.”
At this point, her embarrassment was unbearable. Her guests were clearly unimpressed, and the party quickly came to an end. As soon as the last guest left, she turned to me, furious.
The Confrontation
“What the hell was that?!” she demanded, her face flushed with anger.
“Oh,” I said innocently, “you mean the groceries? I got you everything you asked for. Just like all the times I’ve picked up groceries for you before. Only difference? I did it on my budget this time.”
She went silent, her face turning red with realization.
The Aftermath
From that night forward, Taryn never asked me to pick up groceries for her again. In fact, she even started paying me back for some of the items she owed, though it wasn’t much, it was enough to show that my lesson had worked.
Eventually, our lease ended, and I moved out. We didn’t talk much after that, and our relationship never really recovered. But I learned a valuable lesson: never let someone take advantage of your kindness. Setting boundaries is necessary, and sometimes, people only learn through experience.
Looking back, I don’t regret what I did. I didn’t yell or fight—I didn’t lose my cool. I simply gave her a taste of her own medicine. And in the end, it was a lesson she’d never forget.
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