Month: September 2024

MY ROOMMATE’S BOYFRIEND CONSUMES MY GROCERIES EVERY SINGLE DAY, BUT WHAT HE DOES AFTER THAT IS EVEN CRAZIER I’m a junior doctor working grueling hours at the local hospital. Lately, I’ve been so exhausted I can barely remember what day it is. I come home every night just praying for some peace, a quick bite, and maybe a few hours of sleep. But guess what? My nightmare of a week has a name, and it’s Ryan — my roommate Jenna’s boyfriend. Ryan practically lives with us now. He’s here all the time like he’s paying rent or something. But here’s the kicker: this guy eats all my groceries. I’m not even exaggerating. I’ll come home after a 14-hour shift, dreaming of a bowl of cereal or maybe some eggs, and everything’s gone. Milk? Vanished. Eggs? Devoured. Fresh veggies? Might as well have never bought them. It’s like a black hole opens in our fridge the second I close it. And you’d think Jenna would say something, right? But nope. Every time I bring it up, she just shrugs and says he’s a hungry guy. Really, Jenna? Does that mean he has to eat my food? But wait, that’s not even the craziest part: every time he does that, after consuming my products, he ⬇️

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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 …

MY ROOMMATE’S BOYFRIEND CONSUMES MY GROCERIES EVERY SINGLE DAY, BUT WHAT HE DOES AFTER THAT IS EVEN CRAZIER I’m a junior doctor working grueling hours at the local hospital. Lately, I’ve been so exhausted I can barely remember what day it is. I come home every night just praying for some peace, a quick bite, and maybe a few hours of sleep. But guess what? My nightmare of a week has a name, and it’s Ryan — my roommate Jenna’s boyfriend. Ryan practically lives with us now. He’s here all the time like he’s paying rent or something. But here’s the kicker: this guy eats all my groceries. I’m not even exaggerating. I’ll come home after a 14-hour shift, dreaming of a bowl of cereal or maybe some eggs, and everything’s gone. Milk? Vanished. Eggs? Devoured. Fresh veggies? Might as well have never bought them. It’s like a black hole opens in our fridge the second I close it. And you’d think Jenna would say something, right? But nope. Every time I bring it up, she just shrugs and says he’s a hungry guy. Really, Jenna? Does that mean he has to eat my food? But wait, that’s not even the craziest part: every time he does that, after consuming my products, he ⬇️ Read More

ENTITLED WOMAN THROWS COFFEE AT MY MOM WHO WORKS AS A WAITRESS – MY LESSON MADE HER REGRET HER ACTIONS DEEPLY. My mom, the kindest person you’ll ever meet, had to quit her job due to cancer treatment. Now in remission, she works as a waitress to pay her bills. Enter Karen, a nasty customer who belittled my mom daily. She once dropped a napkin and demanded my mom pick it up, sneering, “Try not to be so slow.” Another time, she complained about the flowers adorning the restaurant and suggested my mom bring fresh ones from her garden. My mom, ever the angel, never complained. But last week, Karen threw her coffee at my mom, claiming it was too cold. My mom came home in tears, her uniform stained. When I pressed her for details, my mom finally admitted that Karen was a former classmate who had a grudge because my dad chose my mom over her back in the day. Enough was enough. Karen was going to answer for her actions. So, I dug into her social media, found out she was obsessed with her image and devised a plan to ⬇️

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Hey everyone, I didn’t expect to be sharing this, but after what happened last week, I just had to. I’m Audrey, a 25-year-old woman who was forced to take matters …

ENTITLED WOMAN THROWS COFFEE AT MY MOM WHO WORKS AS A WAITRESS – MY LESSON MADE HER REGRET HER ACTIONS DEEPLY. My mom, the kindest person you’ll ever meet, had to quit her job due to cancer treatment. Now in remission, she works as a waitress to pay her bills. Enter Karen, a nasty customer who belittled my mom daily. She once dropped a napkin and demanded my mom pick it up, sneering, “Try not to be so slow.” Another time, she complained about the flowers adorning the restaurant and suggested my mom bring fresh ones from her garden. My mom, ever the angel, never complained. But last week, Karen threw her coffee at my mom, claiming it was too cold. My mom came home in tears, her uniform stained. When I pressed her for details, my mom finally admitted that Karen was a former classmate who had a grudge because my dad chose my mom over her back in the day. Enough was enough. Karen was going to answer for her actions. So, I dug into her social media, found out she was obsessed with her image and devised a plan to ⬇️ Read More