My Roommate Has Been Using My Toothbrush, Shampoo, And Makeup For Six Months

I knew my shampoo was disappearing.

I knew my makeup was disappearing.

But I kept blaming myself.

I thought I was using more than I realized.

Then my toothbrush started looking strange.

The bristles were bent.

I replaced it.

Two weeks later, the same thing happened.

That’s when I bought a cheap security camera for my bedroom.

I didn’t expect to see anything.

I was wrong.

One morning, while I was at work, my roommate walked into my room.

She opened my bathroom cabinet.

Then she took my shampoo.

Later that evening, I confronted her.

She didn’t even deny it.

She said:

“Oh. I thought you knew.”

I asked how I was supposed to know she was using my toothbrush.

She shrugged.

“I’ve been trying to save money.”

I was disgusted.

She had been using my makeup, skincare products, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste and even my razor.

For six months.

I told her she needed to replace everything.

She became angry.

She said I was acting spoiled over “a few toiletries.”

Then she said something that made me suspicious.

“You spend too much money on that stuff anyway.”

I hadn’t told her what most of those products cost.

I checked my bathroom cabinet.

Some expensive items were completely empty.

Others had been replaced with cheap versions.

She had apparently been refilling my containers.

That’s when I realized she’d been doing this much longer than I thought.

I asked her why she didn’t just ask.

She said she was embarrassed.

I told her embarrassment didn’t give her permission.

We agreed she would move out.

A week later, while packing, she accidentally left her laptop open.

I saw a spreadsheet.

It wasn’t a budget.

It was a list of my belongings.

Perfume.

Skincare.

Makeup.

Clothes.

Shoes.

And prices.

She had been calculating how much money she could save by using my things instead of buying her own.

There were even notes beside some items.

“Almost empty.”

“Don’t use too much.”

“Replace before she notices.”

I couldn’t believe it.

She wasn’t casually borrowing my shampoo.

She had turned my bathroom into her personal store.

She moved out two weeks later.

I changed the locks.

And I bought a new toothbrush.

Obviously.