It started small.
So small it almost felt ridiculous to care.
A splash of oat milk.
Missing.
Again.
The Little Thing That Became a Big Problem
Every morning, I made the same coffee.
Same routine.
Same comfort.
Because I couldn’t have dairy—
Oat milk wasn’t optional.
It was necessary.
The Pattern I Couldn’t Ignore
At first, I thought I imagined it.
Maybe I used more than usual.
Maybe I forgot.
But then it kept happening.
Day after day.
My carton…
Slowly disappearing.
The Effort I Made to Stop It
So I labeled it.
Clearly.
Bold letters.
My name.
No confusion.
No excuses.
And Still… It Didn’t Stop
That’s when frustration turned into something else.
Annoyance.
Then anger.
Because it wasn’t just about milk anymore.
It Was About Respect
Someone knew it was mine.
And still took it.
Without asking.
Without caring.
The Story I Created in My Head
I imagined the person.
Careless.
Entitled.
Someone who didn’t think twice.
And the more I imagined them…
The more justified I felt.
The Decision I Thought Was Clever
So I decided to teach them a lesson.
Something harmless.
Something petty.
Something satisfying.
The Plan That Went Too Far
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