I couldn’t stand it anymore. My groceries kept disappearing, especially the artisanal cheeses and almond milk. Confronting my roommate Tina about her boyfriend Dylan’s possible involvement led to tension. Tina dismissed my concerns, so I switched my almond milk with regular milk, knowing Dylan was lactose intolerant.

The next day, I returned to Dylan’s furious outburst and discomfort. He admitted to drinking my almond milk, thinking it was “on the house.” I revealed I switched the milk to prove my point, and Dylan’s reaction confirmed his guilt. Tina was caught between defending Dylan and realizing the truth.

A few days later, Tina and Dylan argued about respect and boundaries. Tina apologized sincerely and promised to ensure Dylan respected my food. Their relationship strained, and Dylan started staying over less frequently. The atmosphere in the apartment improved, and my groceries stayed untouched.

Weeks passed, and Tina and I developed a mutual understanding. Dylan’s presence was rare, and for the first time in months, I felt at peace. The confrontation was intense but worth it. Tina and I emerged with a stronger bond and newfound respect for each other.