Dave thought I was the problem, spending his hard-earned money. What he didn’t realize was that his luxury tastes would backfire, and I made sure he felt every penny of it.
To give you some context, Dave and I have been married for over five years. When we tied the knot, I had a steady job that I loved, but Dave insisted I quit to focus on the house and us. So I did, keeping a small side hustle for my spending money.
Here’s where things got tricky: Dave has an obsession with luxury, especially food. Gone were the days of regular groceries; he wanted A5 Wagyu, white truffle oil, saffron, and even Kopi Luwak coffee—items that turned our grocery bill into a staggering $950 for one week!
When I told him the total, he exploded. “Nine hundred and fifty dollars? You’re throwing my money away!” I blinked in disbelief. “This is all from your list! Do you realize the A5 Wagyu alone was $1,000?”
That night, I couldn’t sleep, fuming over his accusations. If he wanted to play the “my money” card, I’d make him understand how much he was wasting.
A shocked woman at the checkout counter of a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, I devised my plan. I pulled out old clothes and gadgets I hadn’t used since he insisted on upgrades. I traded my designer bags for my worn purse and used an old hand mixer instead of the KitchenAid he bought me.
When Dave noticed, he was puzzled. “Why aren’t you using the Prada bag?” I shrugged, “I’m trying to be frugal, just like you said.”
The next weekend, I announced a potluck for our dinner party instead of spending hours preparing an extravagant meal. Dave looked horrified. “You’re making our friends bring food?”
I smiled innocently. “You didn’t want me wasting your money, so potluck seemed best.” He was left sulking while our friends enjoyed the casual atmosphere.
Afterward, I sat Dave down and revealed six months’ worth of grocery bills, showing how much his luxury items cost us—an extra $3,500. His face went pale. “Wait… $3,500?”
I slid an itemized list of all the extras toward him. “Since it’s your money, you can pay me back for the luxury groceries.” He stared in shock.
“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before accusing me of wasting money,” I said firmly.
Dave apologized, realizing the impact of his demands. From then on, we agreed on a budget together. No more A5 Wagyu or $600 coffee beans. And we were happier for it.
Was my revenge petty? Maybe. But did he deserve it? Absolutely.
