So I live in a house where we aren't the mostttt well off, and since class isn't in session for me to bring back food that I make there and we're very limited in food that we have to eat, I have a very limited diet of safe foods that are relatively cheap but filling and doesn't require energy for whenever I'm burnt out. Currently, that safe food is cheese grits, I literally won't eat grits if they don't have cheese (other add-ons like shrimp, sausage, and eggs are also good but I don't have those and I still want cheese).
So I go into the kitchen to have my first real meal of the day at like 7 in the evening, at this point I'm starving and the last I checked the shredded cheese was untouched and still in the fridge with enough for one serving of grits, I purposefully left enough for me to use for another serving. Get the grits started on the stove and when I go grab the bag, it's noticeably lighter than I left it, I look in the bag and there's like a small pinch left of cheese in there, barely enough for the amount of grits that I'm eating. At this point I'm irritated as fuck because I already know my fuckass brother did it, he's always touching shit that's not his and is inconsiderate when it comes to food. I confronted him about it ofc but I'm still pissed off, I had to eat my grits basically cheeseless. My brother KNOWS I don't eat grits without cheese and that it's my current safe food at the moment.
I'm pissed tf off because I literally only eat ONE thing in the fucking house unless I pull out of my savings to get something for myself, which I don't wanna be doing rn. He does this all the fucking time but he has noodles, spaghetti, chicken patties, and sometimes eats up hot pockets from the youngest child and drinks his juice (it's established that those are HIS things), and he pulled the same shit with the seasonings that I BOUGHT WITH MY OWN DAMN MONEY. I wouldn't have even been pissed off had he just let me know that we're running out of cheese so I wouldn't have started a pot and got my hopes up like that. But he doesn't, he stuffs his fucking mouth and runs off without telling me, without calling our grandma or mom to replace it, doesn't ask for permission first or anything, and still gets the gall to get pissy when I tell him to make the grocery call despite the fact that 1. I literally cook for class and bring home food that he eats without asking (supposed to be to feed myself because class drains me a lot so I have very little energy for days afterwards) and 2. he eats up the shit that I BUY. MYSELF. WITH MY OWN MONEY.
Can't have shit in this damn household, I can't wait to get my own place and just eat my own shit without worrying about a freeloader mooching off of my stuff and being inconsiderate, tired of repeating myself.