So I’m 32 years old making just under 50k in inbound sales at a call center. And yes I’ve been trying to leave this job for the past two years. I have a bachelors degree in business but can not break through. I’ve redone my resume numerous times and still struggling. Im trying my hardest to avoid going back to school for more debt. I do have a little tech background being a former computer science student but couldn’t afford I to finish the program. A lot of people on Reddit clear that salary easily, how in the hell were you able to do it? Also I’m on linked in all day everyday messaging recruiters and submitting over 500+ resume, still nothing.

Edit - wow I did not expect this post to blow up the way it did, thank you for all the responses, I’m doing my best to read them all but there is a lot.

I'm sure we've all had the experience where we're looking forward to a particular movie, we're sitting in a theater, we're pre-disposed to love it... and slowly it dawns on us that "oh, shit, this is going to be a disappointment I think."

Disclaimer: I really do like Superman Returns. But I followed that movie mercilessly from the moment it started production. I saw every behind the scenes still. I watched every video blog from the set a hundred times. I poured over every interview.

And then, the movie opened with a card quickly explaining the entire premise of the movie... and that was an enormous red flag for me that this wasn't going to be what I expected. I really do think I literally went "uh oh" and the movie hadn't even technically started yet.

Because it seemed to me that what I'd assumed the first act was going to be had just been waved away in a few lines of expository text, so maybe this wasn't about to be the tightly structured superhero masterpiece I was hoping for.

Last week I caught my daughter(21) leaving our neighbors house early in the morning. I was getting a drink around 3 in the morning and watched her leave their house and she snuck across the yard and went through our basement door.

Our neighbor is married and probably 30. I assume his wife was gone for the night as her car wasn't there.

The next morning I went down to my daughters room and confronted her. At first she denied it, but she eventually said that she has been sleeping with him for a couple months. I lost it at that point and yelled at her. Telling her he is married and she is helping to ruin a marriage.

I told her that she needs to tell the wife or she needs to move out. She is clearly upset and things I'm overreacting. My wife is also thinking I'm going to far.

I get that the neighbor is the main issue, but I'm really disappointed in my daughter. She knows his wife and has even babysat for them. Is telling her to confess or move out too far?

Edit: Wow, thank you all for responding. I'm sorry I couldn't respond to more of you. Some context I failed to put in here. My wife is very upset. She isn't siding the affair. In fact, she was cheated on by an ex. She understands this better than I do. I think that is a big part of why I'm so angry. My wife is also a better person than I am. She is the only reason I'm the man I am today. I have too much respect to let people, even anonymously, insinuate that she is a problem here. I should have done a better job in explaining her side. Any comments saying anything bad about my wife will be met with a big "fuck you."

Writing all this out and reading comments has been incredibly helpful. I haven't changed my mind, but it's made me think about the situation more. Especially looking at the future and my relationship with my daughter.

I just shot a text to my daughter and apologized for my anger and asked her to go get a drink with me tonight and talk. I told her I'm sorry I didn't ask her how she is feeling.

I need to get my composure back before my next work call here in a few minutes, but will continue to read and reply to comments as I have time today.

Edit #2: Just going to put thoughts here instead of commenting. Wow so many comments! While yes, I may be seeming to backtrack a bit with reaching out to my daughter, I don't see how that is bad. She is my daughter and I love her so much.

For those who think she would stop talking to us if we kicked her out - I raised her to be independent and accept consequences for her actions. It's hard to explain our relationship, but I know she wouldn't stop talking to us if we did force her to move. She also would figure it out as she is a smart woman. She would love out of our house, not our life. I'm always her Dad.

On that note, this is the Dad writing, not the mom as some of you have thought.

Also, not worried about violence from the neighbor's wife. Unfortunately she is a very sweet woman. Which makes everything worse. But I wouldn't put my daughter in danger. I confirmed my daughter hasn't told the husband we know. I will be watching his behavior as I'm not sure how he will react.

Last thing as I find it funny. I was drinking water not alcohol when I saw her. I woke up and went to the kitchen and saw her from the window. But I appreciate the links to AA.

I really should have made my original post longer. Sorry for all the edits. I'll update after I talk with my daughter.

I 22M, and my girlfriend, 22F have been together for 5 years.

We've been together since high school, and until recently, I've always considered her to be my future wife. I've even bought a ring and was planning on proposing over the coming months.

Well, last weekend it was my girlfriend's best friend's birthday. She and her friends booked a private lounge at a club. Obviously, I didn't go since 1. I wasn't invited and 2. I hate clubbing or anything associated with that. I was actually looking forward to spending an evening alone and just binging Netflix or something. Well, my gf left around 9 pm, and I just crashed on the couch and watched some YouTube. Well, around 11 pm, I started to feel this distinct stomach pain. The same pain you experience when someone hits you in the nuts. It wasn't bad at first, and I just thought my body was playing some tricks on me, but in the span of about 5 minutes, the pain just kept getting worse until I was basically stuck in the fetal position on the couch. Again, initially, I just thought the pain would go, but then I pulled down my pants, and it felt like my right testicle was starting to swell.

The moment I tried to get up and grab my phone to inspect whatever the fuck was happening to me, I just collapsed to the floor. That was probably the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. Imagine being pelted in the nuts over and over again. I did manage to crawl to the table next to the couch to get my phone. I immediately tried calling my gf, but she declined my call. I then texted her that something was wrong and she could come home immediately. The club she went to is like a 5-minute walk from our apartment. I just put the phone down and started throwing up because of the pain. After throwing up for like a minute, it felt like the pain started to cool down a bit, and I grabbed my phone again, and that's when I saw her response. She just replied with a "What is it? 😒". I tried calling her again, but as expected, she just declined again. I then texted her that I need to go to the hospital now. She then asked for what, and I just replied with my balls hurt. I then just dialed for emergency services. I explained my situation to the emergency responder, and she asked if there was somebody that could drive me to the hospital, and I stupidly said yes. I thought my gf would be home soon, and she would drive me to the hospital. I felt embarrassed to call an ambulance because my "balls hurt." After I told the emergency responder this, she then told me that she would call me again in 10 minutes to make sure I was being driven to the hospital. I then put down the phone and went back to vomiting on our carpet. Again, after the pain went away for a bit, I checked my phone and saw that my gf just responded with laughing emojis. I again tried to call her, but as expected, she just declined again. She texted me that this wasn't the time to play games, and she then told me that if I texted or called her again, she would block my number. I again tried calling her, but she declined again, and when I tried calling her a second time, I realized she actually blocked me.

I went back to curling up on the floor, and now I started shivering. At this point, I didn't care about being embarrassed and just called emergency services again and asked for an ambulance. It felt like an eternity, but the ambulance eventually came and rushed me to the hospital. I don't remember much of surgery since I was sedated, but I remember waking up eventually, and my right testicle was being stitched together. The doctor informed me that I had a testicular torsion, and I was extremely lucky to reach the hospital in time. I could have easily been forced to surgically remove my testicle.

I checked my phone and saw the missed calls and messages my gf left me. In summary, she came home from clubbing and smelled the vomit in our apartment. When she saw the vomit on our carpet, she got mad and tried searching the apartment to find me. When she realized I wasn't there, only then did it hit her that I was actually being serious. I just texted her in which hospital I was staying in and my room number then went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and saw my gf sleeping on a couch next to my bed.

After she woke up, she started bombarding me with apologies. She thought I was joking, that I was trying to ruin their night, etc. I didn't have the energy to argue, so I just kept quiet. I was beyond hurt by what she did, and I wanted to break up with her then and there. Why the fuck would somebody ignore messages where their partner is begging them to come home? Not only that, she stayed in the club until 3 am and didn't even consider going home to check on me. She did stay with me in the hospital for the remaining two days I was admitted there and did take good care of me, but I was still beyond pissed at her. Ever since coming home yesterday, I've been wanting to dump her, but at the same time, I feel like she genuinely thought I was joking and made a mistake. I feel conflicted and don't know how to proceed in this situation.

WIBTA if I dumped her? Am I overreacting?

How would you guys navigate this mess?

Edit:

Just to clarify. No I never had an issue with her going out in the first place or have ever pulled pranks for her to come home from a night out.

And btw thank you guys so much for the support. Im beyond blown away.

Typical weekday: Wake up. Put on clothes. Brush teeth. Wash face. Make coffee. Sit down at desk to start the work day. Read the news/see what's going on in the world. Work...avoid work...work...avoid work. Check social media for no reason. Check my stocks that never make money. Avoid laundry. Avoid cleaning cat vomit. Do some online shopping for household items. Avoid opening delivery boxes/mail. More work. Make lunch. Clean kitchen. Clean cat vomit. Open packages. Maybe go for a walk. Back to work. Do some laundry. More work. Maybe work out. Make dinner. Clean dinner. Watch some mindless TV. Pretend to care about sports on TV. Shower. Go to bed. Do it all over again the next day.

Took me circa 38 years to realize just how exhausting existence is. Even making a sandwich for lunch seems like a burden now.

And the weekend days aren't really any less exhausting: more chores, 'keeping up with the jones' lifestyle, etc etc.

I even realized that pretending to care, or even pretending like I know what I'm doing, is exhausting.

And it's just going to get worse as I age. My body is already deteriorating. I avoid going to the doctor. Every year there is a new pain somewhere in the body. The worst part is...I believe in nothing...so all this is essentially for nothing.

I just can’t stop seeing how much of a burden life, and “adulting”, truly is. And it’s amazing to me how so many people don’t see it.

My spouse and (early 30s) I are actively house-shopping. We both have great, well-paying jobs that require degrees and certifications and earn quite well.

We are getting outbid every time, and it's always by people supported by their dumb families. I was talking with my stepfather in law who's the third generation of a successful business (we don't expect him to help as he's not related). He's taking his daughter (my stepsister in law) house shopping. She's the same age as us, and she and her husband earn less. Their budget is higher than ours because he's footing half the downpayment and giving them a low-interest loan for the mortgage. This is not isolated, it's the case with so many in my age group. If I went through my rental building and asked my neighbors I guarantee 50% have their rent subsidized by their parents

I have done my part. I worked hard to get where I am from a low-income, first-generation immigrant family. I can compete against my age group, but I can't compete against their boomer parents and grandparents. There's no winning.

High school teacher here; have been for 17 years now. I live a few cities over from where I work, and so I don't get to observe which kids leave town, which stay, and generally what becomes of everyone after they grow up. I imagine, though, that everyone is doing about as well as I could reasonably expect.

Except for one group: the kids that never even get started.

What happens to them? I'm talking about the do-nothings, the non-achievers, the ones less motivated than the recently deceased. What awaits them in life beyond high school?

I've got one in my Senior class that I've watched do shit-all for three years. I don't know his full story, nor do I wish ill on him, but I have to wonder: what's next for him? What's the ultimate destination?