I’m just wondering if anyone has experienced any long-term effects from using 7? Has anyone experienced psychosis or memory/ cognitive deficits?? or do most people just bounce back after a couple weeks? I’m super scared of the long-term side effects, but I haven’t read anywhere on here that there are any. Or at least no one reports them.
Guys, I am rushing her to the vet as we speak. But I had 100 mg tab and someone was knocking at my door and my dumbass put the pill down and rushed to open the door and I thought my dog was in her kennel but she ended up sneaking into my room and eating a quarter of the pill. I had to split the pill quarters so I know she only had 25 mg. Is she gonna be OK????? fuck I’m so worried and I feel so fucking stupid!!!!!
My husband and I have been having the same reoccurring argument for the past year and it’s causing resentment. We both work full-time. I work Mon-Fri 8am-4pm. PLUS immediately after work, I go to school part-time until 10pm. My husband has the flexibility of picking his schedule. And he can pick what days he has off.
I am exhausted by the end of the week. So I look forward to the weekends because those are my two days to relax. My husband typically works on Saturdays to give me a day off to myself and then he takes Sunday off. I’ve been telling him that after working all week, I would appreciate having Saturdays to myself. I need the time to be alone and recoup. Initially, my husband agreed, and he respected that I need a day to myself. And not even the whole day. He’s usually home by 4pm on Saturdays. Meanwhile, I’m still at home with our son taking care of him and cleaning the house …so it’s not really a day to “relax” But I’ll take what I can get. Then on Sundays I spend that day with my husband and son. That’s our family day.
For the past couple months, my husband keeps taking Saturdays off and it’s starting to frustrate me. I don’t get any time to be alone and we had an agreement. I’m busy the entire weekdays and I really just need a day to myself at the end of the week. And not even the whole day, cause I only get a couple hours to myself. He says he doesn’t understand why I need to be alone in the house. I reassured him that it has nothing to do with him, but just the fact that I’m extremely exhausted and I need time to decompress and de-stress! I can’t really do that when he’s home. Because whenever he’s home, he wants to spend time with me, which is totally fine, but it leaves me feeling “on” all the time.
We got into an argument this morning. He told me that I could just relax on Sunday. I told him that I was really stressed out and tired and I didn’t want to wait until Sunday. I’m stressed out today. Not Sunday. Anyways, I feel like this is absolutely ridiculous. I don’t care what other days he takes off but all I’m asking for is to just get SOME saturdays to myself. I’m willing to be flexible and the past couple months he’s been taking almost every Saturday off and I haven’t said anything. And when he wanted to do it again today, I told him to please respect my boundaries and my day to myself. He started crying and acting like I didn’t want to spend time with him. Even though I told him that it has nothing to do with him and I’m just a stressed out mom who, even on her days off, has to fucking clean and tend to the kids. Am I being unreasonable? He has the freedom to make his own schedule and I don’t care what other days he takes off. All I’m asking for is a couple hours alone on Saturdays.. It doesn’t have to be every single Saturday. It’s not set in stone. But it just feels like he can’t respect my boundaries. Yet he gets an entire day to himself every Thursday. The kids are at school. He smokes weed the entire day and barely helps around the house. But God forbid I ask for a couple hours on Saturday.
My friend currently has three pets. Two cats and a small dog. She lives in a two bedroom two bath apartment. The apartment is not that big. She keeps the place clean and it never smells. She has mentioned wanting another cat and I keep telling her to not get another one because it’s not fair to the pets. The place is too small and I don’t know, I just feel like that’s a bit too much.
Well, she just called me & told me that she’s adopting another cat because he was about to be taken to a shelter. That’s the same thing she did a year ago with the most recent cat she got. I told her that she can’t go around rescuing every damn pet she sees. So why is this my problem? BECAUSE I’M THE PROPERTY MANAGER.!!!!!!!!!
She has the paperwork for all the other pets. But now this? I specifically warned her multiple times throughout the past couple months that adding another pet is ridiculous & not fair to them. I told her that she better find a way to get this pet approved because I’m not gonna be getting in trouble because of her.
Anyways, apart from THAT issue, what do you guys think? Is it a cruel to have four pets in a tiny apartment????
As the title says, I’d like to hear people’s honest and raw answers.
I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is happily married. And my own marriage is not what I thought it would be. I married someone who sold me a fantasy, and I was too stupid to realize the lies. My marriage hasn’t benefited me in any way whatsoever. And yet everything has gotten easier for him. I’m the one with the fancy job, I’m the one who does all the housework, the childcare, I’m the one going back to school to further my education because I’m sick and tired of working where i’m at. Meanwhile, he sees me crying every day about how stressed out I am, he sees me breaking down and he does nothing. He is content with working at Uber full-time making bullshit money while I’m over here with a full-time job AND going to school part-time. We have an autistic child so on top of all of this, I have to deal with all the therapies. I get absolutely no help. Why didn’t I wake up to those red flags as sooner!?!?
Why the hell am I still here? How in the world has this benefited me? I really hope that there is hope out there. If this is how I knew it was gonna be, I would’ve rather stayed single. Just me and my son. I hope one day I gather the strength to leave this misery.
I’m extremely resentful of my husband and I want to let it go, but I can’t. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. Sorry for the long post.
I feel like I made a huge mistake in marrying him. I have a “wonderful” job on paper. I work in property management. I oversee several properties in the county I live in. The job comes with a free apartment, no utilities paid and I’m able to save up my entire paycheck. Plus, I have a little business on the side. My total income by myself is about 8K per month. I have a lot of free time at work and I’m constantly taking courses & getting certifications to further my career. I am so sick & tired of working here. I love the job itself, but the tenants are very difficult to deal with. I had a conversation with my husband about two years ago, and I told him that once our son graduates high school, I was going to quit. Our son graduates in three years. I told him that I was going to do everything in my power to prepare myself for the future for when I quit this job. But I need him to do the same.
Right now he currently works for Uber full-time. I’ve BEEN telling him for the past two years to go back to school or a trade school so that by the time I quit this job & find another one, we can purchase a home & can afford a mortgage. We have a lot of money saved up. Mostly thanks to me. Enough to already purchase a home. Obviously we still have three more years to go so we can definitely save up more. It doesn’t seem like he wants to further his education. Right now is the perfect time for both of us to prepare ourselves since we don’t have rent to pay . We BOTH have opportunities other people don’t have. He acts like I’m going to be at this horrible job the rest of my life. He sees how miserable I am every day. He sees me breaking down and crying and it doesn’t seem to matter to him. He thinks that just because I get a free apartment that we have it “made”. At first, the job was like a dream. But as the years went on, I just can’t do it anymore. And no job is worth my mental health. That’s exactly why I told him that I’m going to quit in three years. I know that my money is his money too. But it seems like I’m the one who is doing everything while he just gets to sit back and have some BS job that barely covers our bills. We don’t pay utilities, but we still have other things we have to pay like insurance, car notes, etc.. I never signed up to be the breadwinner. When we first got married, he was very hard-working and told me that he would be a provider and the breadwinner. But then he lost his job and then for some reason, decided to Uber. Uber was only supposed to be a temporary thing and then it became permanent. He’s making a total of about $200 a day.
We’ve had multiple conversations where I tell him to please get a better job or go back to school so that I can quit this miserable job. Nothing changes.
I enrolled myself in a school and the program takes about seven months to complete. It’s in the field that I want to work in. It would be to pursue a job in a field that I’m passionate about. Well, unfortunately, the program starts at 5 PM and my job ends at 5:30 PM. Initially, my boss said that I could leave work an hour early if I started early so that I can attend this program. But out of nowhere, she completely changed her mind so now I’m stuck between deciding if I should stay at this fucking job or pursue my dream. I’m going to talk to my bosses boss and see if there’s something that we can work out. But all of this just put things into perspective and made me extremely resentful of my husband. It’s already been two years and we keep having the same conversation and yet he does nothing. So now I’m forced to stay at this fucking job whereas if my husband had his shit together, I’d be able to comfortably quit my job and start this program and get my ass back to work again. It feels like my life hasn’t gotten any better with him in it. On the contrary, it’s worse. I’ve already been at this job seven years and I don’t want to keep putting off my dream any longer. I’m only getting older and time is passing by……. Anyways, sorry for the long post. There’s not much I can really do. Just feeling so pissed off right now.
If someone were to tell you, hey, I make a lot of money, quit your job and go to school so you can better yourself. I will handle EVERYTHING. Wouldn’t you take that opportunity? Yeah. That’s the same position my husband is in. But he doesn’t want to do anything. No, the dude would rather work 10 hour days. Ubering full-time. Like fuck man, work smarter not harder. And by the way, this dude builds computers on his free time. He’s the smartest person I know. Yet he does nothing with that potential. Meanwhile, I have two brothers who do nothing but smoke weed all day, but they went to a trade school for just one year and now they both make over 80k a year. All because they just sacrificed a year of their time to better themselves. My father is an immigrant who barely spoke any English and also went to a trade school for 2 years. Couple years later now he owns his own business and just bought his second house. So what the fuck is going on with my husband????
Should I just quit out of spite?
I’ve been a property manager for seven years. I love the company that I work for they are amazing. I handle all the calls, maintenance requests and the tenants are taken care of. I’m an on-site property manager, so I work where I live. My office is downstairs and my apartment is upstairs. I’m running into a problem. I have one of the smallest properties in the company. My property is full with no vacancies. There are DAYS that go by where no one calls and no one comes to my office. So sometimes I go upstairs to my apartment and I hang out there when it’s very slow. A couple days ago my boss found out that I’ve been hanging out in my apartment and I got in trouble.
I understand that I’m being paid to be in the office eight hours a day. But holy hell is the boredom killing me. I don’t understand why she’s demanding that I’m plastered in that office eight hours a day. ESPECIALLY when it’s extremely slow and the building is full. Again, there can be days even weeks where no one calls or comes by. I’m the only manager in the entire company that has an office that isn’t connected to their apartment. I’ve talked to all the other managers before & they’ve all said that they always hang out in their apartment when it’s slow. But obviously they never get caught because their apartment is attached to the office. My previous boss didn’t have an issue with me being upstairs when it got slow. He was fine with it as long as the calls were being answered, and if people came I tended to them. I can hear the doorbell ring so I always go downstairs immediately. But this new boss that I have, she does everything by the book. I don’t know if I’m gonna get fired on Monday. Meh, a part of me has kinda been hoping she fires me. Is it unreasonable for me to be upstairs when it’s very slow and I have no vacancies? I’ve never had a complaint against me and I’ve never gotten in trouble before……. obviously starting this coming Monday, I’m gonna be in my office eight hours a day. I don’t really have a choice. But I just find this so ridiculous. There’s always stuff that happens at night time and on the weekends and I don’t even claim overtime. I just happily do it because I figured why not? I live here anyways so might as well handle it. I’m always on the clock. Like literally EVERYTHING is taken care of. There was even a point in time a couple months ago where I asked her if she needed me to cover other properties because it’s very slow here. So it’s not like I’m lazy and doing nothing. I’m willing to work. I’m a hard worker. But once rent week is over, there’s really not much to do around here. And even that, I can finish all of my rents in under two hours. They don’t give us much to do.
I really don’t want to relapse. But I feel so fucking depressed right now. I have a wonderful job. Onsite property manager. It’s high paying & I receive a free apartment. I’m able to save about 7K a month because I’m not being charged rent or utilities. I have a ton in savings. And the goal was to quit in three years once I had enough to put a down payment towards a house. The job itself is wonderful. But I have to deal with tenants. THESE PEOPLE ARE AWFUL. And I work where I live. These people don’t leave me alone and they don’t have any type of boundary even if I try to set them. They knock on my door at all hours, even though I’m in my office eight hours a day and they can always call or email me. For some reason these assholes think it’s appropriate to knock on my door or stop me whenever I run to my car even if it’s at night time. I get absolutely no privacy and at this point it just doesn’t seem like it’s worth it. It’s literally destroying my mental health. They are so rude to me. I try so hard to be there for them and solve all their problems in regards to renting. But everything is my fault. Every fucking thing that happens here is my fault. And I get it, it’s part of the job. But unlike everyone else who is able to relax after they get home from work, my job isn’t like that. Even on the fucking weekends when it’s supposed to be my day off, these assholes see me out on the property and decide that it’s appropriate to come and talk to me about their personal issues that I could honestly give two fucks about. It’s a Saturday and I have a ton of groceries I’m carrying upstairs and THIS is the time that these people decide to tell me about their issues. I straight up, snapped at one the other day and told him to call the office and leave a message because it’s a Saturday and I’m not working. For some reason, he went around telling everyone that I completely dismissed him and I’m the rudest manager ever. Even though I wasn’t even on the fucking clock! Again, no common sense or respect for me.
I decided to enroll myself in aesthetician classes because that’s my dream. I’d like to own my own Salon one day and focus on beauty. So I started working towards it but unfortunately the class started at 5 PM and my job is until 5:30 PM. I decided to be sneaky and leave work an hour beforehand so I could pursue my dream. The classes were wonderful. I met so many amazing people. And I was finally happy. Well, I ended up getting caught after a week and a half of sneaking out an hour early. My boss found out And I don’t know if I’m gonna get fired. Most likely not. Most likely I’ll just get a written write up. I’ve been here for seven years and no one has ever complained about me. The job is always done and everything is fine on the property. It gets extremely slow. There are days and days that go by where no one calls or no one comes to the office. I lied to my boss and told her that I was leaving early because I was sick and I apologized to her.
Anyways, I’m gonna have to quit the aesthetician school. And I’m just feeling so pissed off about it. Like yeah I’m able to save a ton of money and the job pays well. But I’m not fucking happy here anymore. But I’d also be a complete moron if I quit this wonderful job. A part of me just want to relapse because I feel so depressed. I’m not going to but fuck is the urge there. Maybe I can work something out with my boss where I start an hour early and leave an hour early so I can still attend my classes. I don’t know. Anyways, whoever read this thank you. I know this doesn’t have much to do with 7. Just needed to vent.
Also, if anyone is looking to quit, I was able to quit by megadosing vitamin C and I followed the vitamin C protocol. I was able to quit with extremely minimal withdrawals. Hardly any. No Suboxone needed. I have a post about it on my profile if anyone is interested.