My Fiancé Said I Should Pay 70% for Our New Bed Because I’m ‘Heavier and Take up More Space’ – So I Taught Him a Lesson
When Mark and I moved in together, we agreed to split everything 50–50. Rent, groceries, furniture — all of it. It felt fair. Clean. Equal.
That changed the night our old bed collapsed. I laughed. Mark didn’t.
“Honestly, Erin,” he said, “it probably couldn’t handle your weight anymore.”
I brushed it off at first. But the jokes kept coming. About my body. About my accident. About how much space I took up — in the bed and in his life.
When I bought a new bed for $1,400 and asked him for his half, he smirked.
“You use more of it now. You should pay 70%.”
So I did the math.
While he was at work, I measured 30% of the mattress and marked it with tape. I cut the fitted sheet down the middle. Folded the comforter so only my side was warm. Left him a scratchy throw and a travel pillow.
When he came home and exploded, I stayed calm.
“I’m just following your logic. Equal based on use.”
That night, he slept on his narrow strip.
The next morning, I handed him an envelope — every shared expense documented, his unpaid portion circled in red.
“I’m done paying for a man who thinks my body is a math problem,” I said.
“You’re moving out.”
Mark left that weekend.
I kept the bed.
And finally, I made space for myself.
