True tales of woe, stories of shame, and the occasional mean-spirited rant, by anonymous Bundle users
I'm a freelance writer. I get paid little and -- usually -- late. My friends know this, so an occassional brunch or round of drinks will be on them. They're fine with that, and I'm OK with it too. We're friends. These things come back around.
With my roommates, though, it's different. We didn't know each other before moving in together, so spending should be more cut-and-dried. Right? Nah. I confess: I take advantage of the fact that they both make more money than me.
I use their shampoo and face wash. I buy less toothpaste and toilet paper. I drink their liquor and eat their cheese. Always done in small increments, or when we're drinking together, but still: There's an imbalance. Meanwhile, instead of contributing to the common good, I buy cigarettes, or go out to eat or buy drinks at the bar. My roommates are indirectly paying for my recreational habits, but I'm not inclined to tell them unless they bring it up.
Go ahead, get it off your chest. Send your unsigned money-related secrets to confessions@bundle.com or, if you're feeling paranoid, submit at bundlehq.tumblr.com/submit.More confessions of shame, moochery and assorted other resentments:
- Thanks for ruining our apartment. You owe me $1,000
- I love you. Why do you love making us broke?
- My dad bailed me out twice ... and now I'm in debt again
