I remember the exact moment I realized my relationship had crossed the point of no return.
It wasn’t when he left his toothbrush in my cup (a classic move). It wasn’t when he cleared out a drawer for his gym shorts. It wasn’t even when we adopted a plant together.
It happened on a Tuesday morning, in the shower.
I reached for my Katharē Avocado Fresco Shampoo Bar and Coco Dreams Conditioner Bar. The one I had just unboxed weeks ago. The one that was supposed to be a perfect, solid puck of green goodness.
But what I grabbed was... a sliver. A sad, wafer-thin ghost of a bar that snapped in half the moment I touched it.
I stood there, water dripping down my face, doing the mental math. I washed my hair on Sunday. I washed it today. There is no mathematical way I used 80% of this bar in two washes.
Then, I smelled it. Steam rose from the shower drain, carrying the faint, undeniable scent of Coconut and Peppermint.
I realized the horrifying truth: He has been using my bar.
The "3-in-1" Guy Conversion
Let’s back up. When we met, this man’s shower routine consisted of a single bottle of neon-blue liquid labeled "For Body, Hair, and Car."
He didn't know what a pH balance was. He thought "sulfate" was a type of pasta.
But slowly, he started getting curious. "Why does your hair smell like a spa?" he asked one night. "Why is that bar solid? Does it actually foam?" he asked another.
I explained the #RootCareScience. I told him how it didn't strip my natural oils. I bragged about how healthy my scalp felt.
I didn't realize that I wasn't just educating him. I was advertising to him.
The Confrontation
I walked out of the bathroom, holding the remains of my shampoo bar like evidence at a crime scene.
"Did you use my Katharē bar?" I asked.
He didn't even look guilty. He looked... glowing. His hair looked fluffy. His scalp looked clean.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "I tried it once, and my scalp stopped itching. Plus, it lathers way better than my blue stuff. We can just share, right?"
Share.
It’s a beautiful word. We share fries. We share Netflix passwords. We share dreams.
But sharing my artisanal, small-batch, nutrient-dense shampoo bar? That is a different tax bracket of love.
Because here is the reality of sharing beauty products in a relationship: It is never 50/50. He has twice the surface area to wash. He washes his hair every single day. He is heavy-handed. If we "share," my monthly supply becomes a weekly supply.
The "Honeymoon Phase" Hack
I realized I had two choices:
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Hide my shampoo bar in a Tupperware container under the sink (petty).
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Accept that my boyfriend now has expensive taste in hair care (expensive).
I love him. I want him to have great hair. I want him to stop using the neon-blue slime. But I also want my products to last more than a week.
So, I found the loophole. The only way to keep the peace in a modern shared bathroom.
Get him his own.
This Valentine's Day, Kathare is doing a "Two is Better Than One". It’s basically relationship insurance. You buy one bar, and you get the second one for free.
I bought two. One sits on the left side of the shower shelf (mine). One sits on the right side (his).
He gets the great hair. I get to keep my bar. And we stay in the honeymoon phase for at least another month.
Don't let them steal your glow. Or your shampoo.






