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I was very high tolerance heroin addict daily for 2 years I could afford it and I liked it. How opiate roll is the next dose takes more to reach the same effect. And his opiates is eventually there will some form mismatch involving environmental or physiological that effects how you dose was metabolized and overdose occurs. I was beginning to mix glad was afraid went up opioid dependence dr. I was put on 600 mg morphine time release a day to about serious withdrawal. About a year of no heroin I switched from the morphine to 8 mg Suboxone and over the next 15 months gradually taper down to 1 mg. Withdrawal sentence were very close to full-blown when you taper after a milligram. I made 2 topers after 1 mg both tapers pretty much full-blown withdrawal for 12 days. I just stopped at 500 µg suboxone and did not expect what was coming. It was worse than I thought longer than I thought way longer than I thought, but you don’t end for three weeks of straight chronic sickness. Akasthesia tha l...

So, he traveled a lot for work. Or at least, that’s what I thought. It was always framed as temporary. Just a few days here and there. Conferences, client meetings, last-minute flights. I never questioned it because he never gave me a reason to. He sent photos from airports. Complained about hotel beds. Texted me when he landed. It all looked normal. The moment everything cracked wasn’t dramatic. It was stupidly small. He mentioned being in Chicago for a work thing. I asked him how the weather was because I’d just seen a storm warning pop up on my phone. He paused. Then said it was fine. Clear. Cold, but fine. Later that night, I checked the weather again out of pure boredom. No storm. No warning. I brushed it off, told myself I misread it. But that pause stayed with me. After that, I started noticing little inconsistencies. Dates that didn’t line up. Flights that didn’t match what he said his schedule was. Hotel names that changed when he retold the same story. Nothing concrete, but ...

The divorce shattered me. I spent my days broken, trying not to cry in front of my six-year-old. She said something that floored me. "Daddy, when I'm sad, I call Mommy." I thought about telling her that was impossible for me, as her mom would hang up instantly. Then it clicked. And I called my mom.

A coworker of mine got caught napping under his desk during work hours. Not head down, not eyes closed at his computer fully horizontal tucked away like a storage item. When management asked him about it he didn’t apologize or pretend it was a one time thing. His actual defense was that standing desks are “discriminatory against people who prefer lying down” He then submitted a formal complaint to HR requesting accommodation for a “horizontal work position” I wish I were exaggerating. He used those words. It somehow didn’t end there. Since then, he’s been openly advocating for company provided nap pods, arguing they’re “productivity tools” and citing tech companies that have them. He talks about it with total confidence, like he’s leading a workplace wellness revolution instead of trying to justify sleeping on the job. The wildest part isn’t even the nap it’s the absolute commitment to the bit. No embarrassment. No backtracking. Just full belief that the problem isn’t him sleeping at ...

I was 16 when this all happened. We lived in the Arizona desert back when we still lived on the farm. Yet, i still wonder what the hell we experienced all those years ago. It started subtly, like most things out here in the quiet hum of the Arizona desert. You live out here long enough, you get used to the strange sounds – the coyotes’ evening chorus, the distant rumble of a passing train, the wind carrying dust devils across the mesa. We raised goats, grew some tough, drought-resistant crops. The nearest town was a good hour’s drive, which suited us just fine. The first sign was the dogs. We had three working dogs, loyal and fierce. Usually, they were a symphony of barks at anything that moved too close to the property line – javelina, bobcats, even the occasional lost hiker. But a few nights back, they went from their usual boisterous alerts to a low, guttural whine that felt different. It wasn’t anger or aggression; it was pure, unadulterated fear. They huddled by the back door, t...

So I (25f) visited my friend (22f) at her house for the first time. Her parents were home and invited me for dinner. I agreed happily and ate a good dinner. Afterwards my friend wanted to make some cupcakes when her dad walked past, looked at his DAUGHTERS ASS and slapped it. Straight up hand to asscheek and the clap resonated through the room. I was stunned. He didn't say anything to make it into a joke or anything, he just walked to the sofa and sat down. ​Some time ago she had told me she got pregnant when she was about 11yrs old and put the child up for adoption. She said it was a stranger who attacked her but now im wondering if that is a lie. ​This whole thing is so strange. There is no way this is normal?? ​What can I say to her to help?

I’m a personal trainer and I thought I’d heard every unrealistic expectation by now. I was wrong. I had a new client come in for their first session. We did a full 45 minute workout warm up, strength work, cooldown, the whole thing. Nothing extreme just a solid introductory session. At the end they looked at themselves in the mirror and asked when they’d “start seeing results” I assumed they meant soreness, energy something like that. Nope. They meant visible muscle definition. After one workout. When I explained that fitness takes consistency and time they got angry. Said I’d misled them. Demanded a full refund because they “didn’t look any different” When I refused, they accused me of false advertising and actually threatened to sue me. A few days later I found out they’d posted about me on social media calling me a scammer who “promised results and delivered nothing” That was already frustrating enough but then came the part that really broke my brain. They’re now advertising their...

So this happened a year and half ago, during the summer. I had just dropped out of university and I was struggling to find a stable job to pay the bills, scraping short contracts in a museum gift shops here and there when they needed someone to sub for an employee on leave/holiday. Sometimes I worked 7 days/months so times were tough. In parallel, one of my best friends who had just graduated needed a permanent employment contract asap so she could renew her visa, and just had an interview with a company for a position with a decent pay and tons of benefits. So we were talking about our employment adventures and our serious need for luck when I joked “hey maybe we should pray to Tyche, The Greek Goddess of Fortune, for some of that luck!”. For context, my friend and I (mostly me but she still loves it) are huge Greek Mythology fans, so it didn’t came out of nowhere. Then I thought fuck it, what do we have to lose. I grab a candle and a lighter as well as some bread, light up the candl...

So I fell down the weirdest history rabbit hole last night and I honestly can’t believe this isn’t talked about more often. We always romanticize the 1920s as this sophisticated era of Gatsby parties and class, but it turns out the richest men in the world were literally lining up to get monkey junk sewn into them. ​There was this Russian-French surgeon named Serge Voronoff. He wasn't some back-alley crackpot, he was actually a highly respected doctor who studied under Nobel prize winners. But he had this obsession with aging. He basically decided that the reason men get old and tired is because their testicles stop working as hard (I guess?). His solution wasn't vitamins or exercise. No, his big idea was to take testicles from baboons and chimpanzees, slice them extremely thin like carpaccio, and graft them onto the testicles of human men. ​The logic was that animals have this raw, primal energy, and by attaching a piece of that "essence" to a human, the human would...

“Hush little baby don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,” my wife sang, rocking my daughter’s crib back and forth. Sitting up in bed and rubbing my temples, I felt that familiar feeling come over me. My wife was so loving, so deeply affectionate towards our little Roxanne. I remember when she was first born I, shamefully, grew a little jealous. I quickly remembered that this was natural, however. A mother’s love is a force to be reckoned with, and I, a mere mortal man, was no exception to the rule. “And if that mockingbird don’t sing, mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.” I stared at the monitor, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt so blessed to have her. So blessed to be able to experience this life with her, through the good times and the bad. I couldn’t have asked for a better family. My daughter’s crib continued to sway gently back and forth as her mother sang. “And if that diamond ring turns brass, mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.” I figured it was time to go ...

I went up to him and angrily asked, "since when did you eat pumpkins?!" seemingly out of context Him and the girl were shocked and also confused but just stood in silence for whatever fuckass reason, i started yelling "cheater! cheater! pumpkin eater!", over and over, aggressively getting louder each time. Yeah i dont know what came over me, i went home later that day and just sobbed.

My swedish coworker microwaves fish in the office break room every single day. The smell permeates three floors. It's suffocating. Multiple people have asked her to stop. Politely at first. Then more directly. Her response every time? "This is normal in sweden. Canadians are just too sensitive." Cultural differences are fine. But they don't override basic office courtesy. You share a workspace with other people. If everyone is telling you something you're doing is making the environment unbearable, you adjust. She refuses. Acts like we're the problem for being bothered by it. Now the entire floor hates her. People avoid the break room during lunch. The smell lingers for hours. And she just keeps doing it like she's making some kind of point. I don't care what's normal in Sweden. This isn't Sweden. And even if it were, consideration for the people around you should be universal. I was sitting outside on my break yesterday just to escape the sme...

So I (21M) sent my girlfriend (21F) this Instagram reel of Batman doing his thing, bro was brooding, jumping off rooftops, looking cool as hell. I sent it to her like, “Lowkey this is gonna be me one day.” Without hesitation, without even a pause to consider my dreams, she hits me back with: “You can’t be Batman.” No explanation. No “babe maybe start with cardio.” Just straight up denied my entire vigilante career path in four words. I’m still sitting here trying to figure out if she meant A) I’m not built like that B) I’m emotionally stable (tragic) or C) She doesn’t trust me with a grappling hook. Pray for me. My Gotham era might be over before it even started.

This happened last month, but it stuck with me. We had this new guy - mid-20s, super laid back, really friendly but kinda clueless with admin stuff. HR was onboarding him and needed some documents, and apparently one of the things got flagged because his credit history was almost nonexistent. He looked so confused, like he didn’t even know that was a thing. He kept saying, “But I’ve never missed a payment,” and HR had to explain that not having history is its own problem. Then during lunch, he admitted loud enough for a few of us to hear that he avoided anything credit-related because his parents told him “credit cards are how people ruin their lives.” He just assumed avoiding credit meant he was being responsible. Everyone kinda paused because… honestly a lot of us grew up with that same mindset. He’s fine now, HR cleared everything and he’s building his history slowly using Fizz card, but watching him panic and then watching everyone silently relate to him was kinda eye-opening. Mos...

I'm 24m and have basically no dating experience. At the beginning of October, I met a 23f while doing some volunteering. We would often see each other while volunteering and chat briefly. I got to know her a bit over the last few months. One day, she is talking about a political event she is going to, and I tell her I'm going too. She says it will be fun and a great time. She had gone in the past, but I've never gone before. The day before, she asks what my schedule is for the event, and that she will see me there. I am there, and we eventually meet up. She introduces me to her friends and begins taking me around, and introduces me to politicians and people in state government. I had a great time and got to meet so many people, and really enjoyed seeing her. The day after, she texted me and said she was so glad I went and could meet her friends, and that she had a great time hanging out. The next week, I was thinking about her and how I really wanted to see her again. I de...

Let's call my roommate Kevin. Living with Kevin has honestly felt like a social experiment no one approved. I knew he was a little… off… when we first moved in, but I didn’t realize how deep it went until the Great wifi Incident of last month. So our internet bill went up by like $12. It was annoying, but not the end of the world. I assumed the company raised rates like they always do. But Kevin? No. Kevin storms into the living room holding the bill like we had committed a crime. He goes, dead serious, “Which one of you keeps using too much Google? They’re charging us extra.” I thought he was joking. I laughed, big mistake. He doubled down and starts listing “internet-heavy activities” he’s noticed: – me watching YouTube while cooking – our other roommate playing Spotify – someone downloading a big PDF that one time He even said, “And you guys always have so many tabs open, that stuff adds up.” This man genuinely believed the wifi company charges per Google search like some k...

Disclaimer : this is a TRUE story When I was a little girl being raised by an abusive mother , I started wondering about my own children and if I'd be a good mother to them. It was my biggest concern. Not school , not sports , not clothes , how I'd raise my own children when I became a mother someday. And then the visions started. The visions of this baby girl. She was beautiful. I saw her everywhere and and I felt such comfort , like I knew her and loved her. Then it became a nightmare. Every time I talked about this baby , I was silenced and told to stop talking , she doesn't exist , they'll throw me in the crazy hospital if I ever mention her again. I never really stopped talking about her and no matter how much I clamied that she was my daughter , nobody would believe me. I even knew her name. for this story , I'm going to say her name was bree. Bree was presented to me like found treasure. She made me feel like I was insane. I had visions of Bree frequently. T...

I’m an only child with both parents working since I was little. My mum used to leave early every morning and return around 4:30 pm. My grandparents were involved here and there (bringing lunch, picking me up from the bus stop) but I mostly grew up on my own. I never minded it, but I was always very close to my grandparents. In mid 2016, my grandmother passed away. By the end of that same year, something happened that I still think about to this day. It was a normal day. I was prepping for my semester exam, stressed and doing last-minute revision from morning till evening. My grandad came over because we had seepage on our walls and he needed to assist the plumber. He came into my room, touched the damp wall, explained things to the plumber, and everything felt routine. Around 5 pm, I was exhausted and took a nap. My mum was prepping dinner in the kitchen and my dad was still at work. I woke up after 2 hours, but something immediately felt off. The house was quiet. My mum wasn’t home. ...

Quick recap for anyone new: My roommate got super drunk, tried to kiss me, I turned her down because she was wasted, then she hid from me for days out of embarrassment. Somehow everything turned around in less than a week and now we’re together. (Full original post + previous updates here: https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/s/N1WyMis5Wp) We told the roommates. They went crazy-happy, teasing us, cheering, the whole thing. She just stood there blushing into her coffee with the biggest smile she couldn’t hide. Tuesday night — Mexican place by the river. She knocked on my door looking unreal. I told her she was stunning (I am still shy saying stuff like that) and her face lit up like I’d given her the world. She said maybe this is the first I saw you complimenting something, haha. Restaurant was packed because of the Christmas market, but we didn’t care. Tacos, margaritas, non-stop talking and laughing. After dinner we walked along the river again, found our quiet spot, sat wrapped in each ...

I had just given birth when my eight-year-old daughter ran into the hospital room, her eyes wide and alert. She closed the curtains, then whispered right against my ear: “Mom… get under the bed. Right now.” My heart clenched, but I did as she said. The two of us lay close together beneath the bed, trying to keep our breaths as quiet as possible. Suddenly, heavy footsteps entered the room. Just as I tried to look out, she gently covered my mouth—her eyes filled with a fear I had never seen before. And then… The instant Rebecca slipped into the hospital room, her small sneakers barely making a sound on the linoleum floor, I sensed something was wrong. She was only eight, but her eyes—usually bright with mischief—were wide, sharp, and terrified. She pressed a finger to her lips, rushed forward, and with surprising strength pulled the curtains shut. The newborn slept in the bassinet, unaware of the sudden tension filling the room. “Mom,” she whispered, leaning so close her breath trembled...

We have been together for 10 years, married for 8. I thought we had the rock-solid, boringly happy kind of marriage. I genuinely did. For the last six months, she's been distant, always on her phone, and kept telling me how stressed her new project at work was, requiring late nights and weekend travel. I spent those nights home alone, making sure the house was spotless, handling the bills, and genuinely being proud of her dedication. Last night, I went to install a new printer at her office as a surprise and saw her company car. As I walked to her department, I saw them leaving the building together, holding hands, laughing, and getting into his car. They weren't stressed about work. They were just happy. I drove home and just sat in our garage for two hours. I didn't confront her when she got home. I just looked at the wedding photo on the mantel and realized I've been living a lie for half a year. I feel physically ill. I'm not looking for revenge; I'm just l...

Working black friday retail was hell on earth, a customer came in with an item they bought two years ago. No receipt. Item clearly used and worn. They wanted to return it. I explained our return policy: 30 days with a receipt. This was way past that. Their response? "Yeah, but you have good deals today and I want store credit to buy new stuff" That's it. That was the reasoning. They genuinely thought black friday deals meant they could return something from 2019 and use the credit to shop today's sale. The entitlement was breathtaking. I called a manager. They backed me up. Customer left angry and muttering about "bad customer service" Retail during the holidays is a different dimension.