Roommate Treats My Stuff Like Community Property

Ever had that moment when you open your closet and—surprise!—your favorite hoodie is missing? Yeah, me too. Living with my roommate, Jake, is like living with a very friendly raccoon who thinks everything shiny is up for grabs. At first, I tried the whole, "Hey, could you ask before you borrow my stuff?" routine. He'd just laugh it off and say, "We’re basically family!" Sure, but last I checked, family doesn’t eat the last slice of my birthday cake. Eventually, I started hiding my snacks and labeling my chargers like I was prepping for a zombie apocalypse. It felt ridiculous, but it worked. The best part? Jake finally noticed and we had a real talk—awkward, but honest. Now, we actually share some things (on purpose!) and respect each other's space. Who knew boundaries could be so sweet? 🍰🔒 #RoommateProblems #PersonalSpace #Boundaries