prprincess
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Ages ago when I was in my early 20s and lived with my mother. Now that I'm supporting a family with my husband, I wouldn't dream of it!

I was also a teenager, either 16 or 17.. In high school. but it was for a good reason. I was simply MISERABLE.Not since I was a teenager and I'm sure it was for some inane reason considering my then age.
I was also a teenager, either 16 or 17.. In high school. but it was for a good reason. I was simply MISERABLE.
I worked for some telemarketing company. Yes, embarassing as it is, I was one of those annoying people that called you in the early 90s saying "you qualifed for a Discover Card". Worked maybe 3 weekends... I walked into my bosses office and said " I am too young to be this unhappy". The look on his face! I remember it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I drove home and my mom and dad were like what are you doing home. I told them.. All was good. I had such a feeling of relief, and Happiness.
Months later I overheard some girls in the halls passing between periods at school talking about this company and how they havent been getting their pay checks..Place closed down soon after..
. The terminology made for great lunchtime jokes.
.This. In my imagination I quit very dramatically, very often!I've wanted to very badly a couple times, however I'm the main breadwinner so it wasn't an option for me. The area in which I live isn't ripe with replacement jobs therefore that plays into the decision as well.
IRL I’m also our primary source of income and with 13 years in a well-compensated mid-management role, a lateral or upward move elsewhere just isn’t going to happen. So I work to live, give 100% for 50 hours a week and leave it all completely behind when I walk out for the night. I couldn’t handle laying awake nights agonizing over it or letting it make me sick so I keep it very compartmentalized emotionally. If I hit the lotto tomorrow I wouldn’t even go back to say goodbye.