When my roommate, Taryn, and I first moved into our cozy city apartment, things were great. We split chores, had movie nights, and got along well. But over time, small favors turned into constant requests especially for me to pick up groceries for her. At first, it was simple things like milk or bread, with promises to “pay me back later” that never came. Soon, the requests escalated. Taryn began asking for expensive, gourmet items: fancy cheeses, imported chocolates, premium wines.
Meanwhile, while I worked long hours, she spent her days relaxing or throwing small parties. It became clear that she wasn’t busy — she was just taking advantage of my generosity. The breaking point came when she handed me a long list of pricey items for a big party she was hosting. That night, I decided I couldn’t keep letting this happen. I needed to set a boundary in a way she couldn’t ignore.Instead of buying the fancy items she requested, I went to the budget aisle. I bought the cheapest wine, basic sandwich cheese slices, simple fruits, and no-name chocolates. When I came home, she barely glanced at the bags and muttered her usual, “Thanks, I’ll pay you back later.” At her party, things quickly unraveled. Guests wrinkled their noses at the wine, laughed at the processed cheese slices, and questioned the “gourmet” chocolates. The party fizzled out, and Taryn was humiliated.
