I Stopped Being Their Cash Cow, Now They're Begging

Every month, the second my twenty-thousand-dollar salary hit my account, I kept exactly two hundred for myself.

The rest, without fail, got funneled straight into the shared account for me, my best friend, and my boyfriend.

The summer after senior year, Tristram Henson and Naomi Sullivan both graduated straight into unemployment.

I couldn't stand watching them mope around all day, so I clapped a hand to my chest and reassured them.

"Don't panic. I'll earn the money. I've got you both."

That "got you both" stretched into a full year.