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<\/p>\nBefore 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 turned our once harmonious home into a battleground over groceries and respect.<\/p>\n
My name is Emma, and I’m a junior doctor. My life revolves around grueling hours at the hospital. Every day feels like a marathon. I get home late, hoping for some rest, but peace is hard to find in my shared apartment.<\/p>\n
Before Ryan came into our lives, living with Jenna was pretty harmonious. We both had busy schedules but managed to make our apartment a peaceful haven.<\/p>\n
I was a junior doctor, juggling long shifts at the hospital. Jenna worked in marketing, which meant she had her fair share of late nights and tight deadlines too.<\/p>\n
Weekends were a rare treat for us. On the few weekends that I wasn’t on call, we’d have lazy Saturday mornings, sipping coffee and catching up on each other’s lives.<\/p>\n
She shrugged, “He’s just hungry, Emma. He Venmo’s you the money, doesn’t he?”<\/p>\n
“That’s not the point,” I replied. “I come home exhausted, looking forward to a meal, and there’s nothing left for me. I don’t have time to shop every day.”<\/p>\n
Jenna just sighed, “You’re being petty. It’s just food.”<\/p>\n
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“What is this?” he asked, holding up a carton of milk labeled $50.<\/p>\n
“Those are the new prices,” I said calmly. “Since you treat my fridge like a mini-bar, I thought it was only fair.”<\/p>\n
He laughed, thinking I was joking. But when I didn’t laugh back, his smile faded. “You’re serious?”<\/p>\n
I bit back a retort, turning away. This wasn’t going anywhere. She was too smitten with the guy to see reason. I needed another way to prove my point.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I took stock of what was left. Oddly, the green vegetables, like broccoli and celery were always untouched. An idea struck me. What if I started cooking with those? I saut\u00e9ed some broccoli and mixed it with my pasta, hoping it would make a difference.<\/p>\n
For a few days, it did. I deliberately placed containers of left-overs of that stuff in the fridge, and it remained untouched. But the almond milk? That kept vanishing. It was infuriating. One night, I overheard Tina and Dylan talking in the living room.<\/p>\n
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