I’m 32 and have saved up my entire life, skipped vacations, worked overtime any chance I got just to be able to purchase a house. After years of this I finally bought a $1M home. I’ve also recently started seeing someone. We’ve been together for 3 months now, things are going well, but obviously it’s still early. When I got the keys I wanted to celebrate with her and told her I’d swing by with something sweet and we’d have a quiet night in at the new place. I picked up a cake on the way over. But when I opened the door the cake literally slipped out of my hands.

The living room lights were already on. Soft music played from the speakers I hadn’t even set up yet. On the brand-new couch sat my girlfriend… and my younger brother. Her head was on his shoulder. His hand was resting far too comfortably on her thigh. Neither of them noticed me at first. The cake box hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud. Frosting exploded across the clean floor I had planned to walk across barefoot

for the first time.