u/MiExperienciaFueQue

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...and if it hasn't yet, you probably haven't gone deep enough.

There is a rage that lives beneath survival. A rage that builds when you realize how much of your life was shaped by someone else's dysfunction. How much of your personality is a byproduct of having to survive chaos. How many of your choices were never really choices at all, just coping mechanisms disguised as decisions.

And when you finally see it, when you feel it fully, it's not pretty. But it's necessary because anger is clarity. Anger is boundaries forming in real time. Anger is the nervous system screaming, "I'm not safe yet."

Let yourself feel it.

It's not the end of healing. Sometimes, it's the beginning of it.

There is a rage that lives beneath survival. A rage that builds when you realize how much of your life was shaped by someone else's dysfunction. How much of your personality is a byproduct of having to survive chaos. How many of your choices were never really choices at all, just coping mechanisms disguised as decisions.

And when you finally see it, when you feel it fully, it's not pretty. But it's necessary because anger is clarity. Anger is boundaries forming in real time. Anger is the nervous system screaming, "I'm not safe yet."

Let yourself feel it.
It's not the end of healing. Sometimes, it's the beginning of it.

There is a rage that lives beneath survival. A rage that builds when you realize how much of your life was shaped by someone else's dysfunction. How much of your personality is a byproduct of having to survive chaos. How many of your choices were never really choices at all, just coping mechanisms disguised as decisions.

And when you finally see it, when you feel it fully, it's not pretty. But it's necessary because anger is clarity. Anger is boundaries forming in real time. Anger is the nervous system screaming, "I'm not safe yet."

Let yourself feel it.
It's not the end of healing. Sometimes, it's the beginning of it.

There is a rage that lives beneath survival. A rage that builds when you realize how much of your life was shaped by someone else's dysfunction. How much of your personality is a byproduct of having to survive chaos. How many of your choices were never really choices at all, just coping mechanisms disguised as decisions.

And when you finally see it, when you feel it fully, it's not pretty. But it's necessary because anger is clarity. Anger is boundaries forming in real time. Anger is the nervous system screaming, "I'm not safe yet."

Let yourself feel it.
It's not the end of healing. Sometimes, it's the beginning of it.

For a little context, my boyfriend and I live together and we are both 18, so still new to the whole adulting thing. We’ve been living in our apartment for almost 6 months now and it has been great, other than the bugs. We live in the basement of a house. The basement has a separate entrance, and there is a family that lives upstairs. About two months ago, we had an earwig infestation and I told my landlord about it and she didn’t seem to care too much.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, we noticed ants coming out of the wall in our bathroom. The door to the bathroom is one of the doors that open and close into the wall but the door has been stuck in the wall before we even moved in. As soon as I noticed this, I got ant traps and placed them around the basement to hopefully stop the problem. After a few days, they were out of the bathroom. And then another few days passed, and there were ants in a cereal box in our kitchen. I immediately got rid of it, but there were still a few ants in around the kitchen but it overall wasn’t an issue. The concerning part to me is that there was no trail from the bathroom to the kitchen, and no trail coming from the door either, they just appeared. There is one window in the basement and one door and neither are in the kitchen or bathroom, so we had genuinely no idea where they were coming from.

On July 29th, the ants came back again, and this time through the electrical outlet in the bathroom. I was talking to my mom about it and she told me that it is likely carpenter ants after I showed her a video of the ants literally coming out of the outlet. That specific outlet has never been used since we’ve lived here. I let my landlord know immediately that they could be causing damage (and included the video) but I just really don’t know anything about carpenter ants. I told her the whole story, as well as letting my upstairs neighbors know in case she has seen them as well.

Our landlord is currently on vacation and was going to be gone for two weeks. I sent out that message about 3 days before she came back, and she told us that she was going to call pest control when she got back. It is now been 11 days since I initially sent out that message and they are still coming out of the electrical outlet. Nobody has come out to spray that I know of, and I’m genuinely not sure what to do. I don’t know if I should just let them cause the damage because my landlord doesn’t seem too concerned or if I should just keep bugging her about it. The bathroom is small, so being in there gives me the creeps because the ants get everywhere.

Find an non smoking building to live... constant weed and cigarettes smell in my apartment and everywhere in the building including inside the elevator.

Find a beach where smoking is prohibited, can't be at peace with my children because there is cigarette and weed smoke up our faces in every corner.

Take my children to the children's park, same thing.

Everywhere that is supposed to be NON SMOKING is the same thing!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, FUCKING STOP ALREADY!!!

Do your nasty shit where it is allowed, GROW THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!

So many people be having birthdays and getting taller all for nothing, GROW UP!!!

Edit: it was totally expected that all of the deep shit heads in here will be downvoting this. Waste of oxygene.