When I was a student, I had a relationship. The young man was a "local", I was a visiting provincial girl living in a shelter and living on parental subsidies. As the guy believes, he regularly jumped in guests and regularly empty the refrigerator. At first, it even pleased, because the guy was positioned as a "true man", who needs a lot of money to maintain the reality. Then it became financially stressful. Like every young and naïve idiot, I came out of the way: at first I noticed that it would be good to have something for tea. I got cheap chocolate. I went to the trick - so it seemed to me in any case - and on the next visit told me that there was nothing to eat, we went to the store. I went, I picked up the products, the winner joined the game, I also skilled something. The shutdown arose at the box office, when the man, almost aside, left, only that the cashier did not think that he was paying here. The moment I’m not proud of is the phrase “Couldn’t you pay?“From my mouth broke. The man pays. He wondered when I would repay his debt. My nerves gave up, I said everything I thought. And in response she received a genius: "I didn't know you were so mercantile."