Dave thought I was the problem, spending his hard-earned money frivolously. But his luxury tastes were the real culprit, and I decided it was time he felt the cost.

When we married, Dave insisted I quit my job, promising to take care of everything. But his obsession with luxury food spiraled—Wagyu steaks, $600 coffee, and $100 truffle oil became regular purchases. One day, our grocery bill hit $950, and Dave blamed me for overspending.

That night, I reached my breaking point. The next morning, I switched gears—ditching luxury for simplicity. I brought back my old purse, stopped using expensive gadgets, and even turned our next dinner party into a potluck. Dave was horrified, sulking as friends brought homemade dishes.

Then came phase three: I showed Dave six months of grocery receipts. His luxury items alone had cost us an extra $3,500. Shocked, he realized he had unfairly blamed me. I handed him a bill, explaining he could repay me for his extravagances.

He apologized, admitting he hadn’t understood the real cost. We agreed to budget together, and since then, no more Wagyu, no more indulgences. It turns out, sticking to a budget has made us both happier.

Was my revenge petty? Maybe. But he definitely deserved it.