My husband and I have been in a committed relationship for 17 years, and overall, things have been great. Our household income exceeds $200k annually.
One ongoing issue we have is my husband’s frugality. Despite having more than enough food at home, he insists on going to food banks to save money. He intentionally looks disheveled and uses our beat-up car to blend in, even though he has never experienced food scarcity. I have explained the need for food donations in our community, even showing him social media posts from local food banks, but he remains indifferent.
Today, I discovered our fridge filled with fresh produce and meat. When I asked about it, he admitted to going to a food bank after seeing a Facebook post about fresh food donations. People on social media were already asking if any was left, and there wasn’t. I showed him these comments, but he brushed them off, claiming people should have gone earlier.
Exhausted by the situation, I decided to teach him a lesson. First, I reached out to
…the coordinator at one of the food banks he frequents.
I told her exactly who my husband was, our household income, and how he had been taking donations meant for struggling families. She was shocked and assured me they take this very seriously.
The next week, I convinced him to go with me to “help” at a community event. He was all smiles—until we arrived and he realized it was a volunteer shift at that same food bank.
The coordinator greeted us warmly, then, in front of the other volunteers, said, “We appreciate people giving their time instead of taking food they don’t need. This way, more families in crisis can eat.”
The side-eye he got from everyone in the room was enough to make him shrink into himself. He stayed the whole shift, awkward and silent, handing out bags to people who actually needed them.
On the drive home, he finally muttered, “Okay… I get it.” And for the first time in years, he hasn’t brought home a single thing from a food bank.
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