He agreed to help me make a point.The next time Tyler came home, he was shocked to find Jordan and me sharing the couch, eating takeout.”This is our new roommate,” I said casually.Tyler was furious, but I reminded him that if I was paying rent, I could have roommates too. He told us to leave, so I packed up my things, leaving him half the rent I owed. “Thanks for letting me stay. I won’t need a receipt,

“I said as I walked out. I moved in with Jordan, and we got along fine as roommates. The story of Tyler charging me rent became legendary among our friends, especially the “comfort fee” part.Tyler tried to apologize later, but I didn’t respond. I learned that love isn’t a contract with hidden fees. It’s about building something together, not charging for access.