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The harrowing experience of a cancer-surviving partner turned abuser
2024.05.19 00:15 Medium-Wing-4710 The harrowing experience of a cancer-surviving partner turned abuser
Over the course of my 4 year marriage to my partner, I have arrived at the position that I was abused, manipulated, and functionally enslaved to a mentally ill partner.
In simplest form, the progression is apparently observable. She was diagnosed with cancer in October of 2019 while we were engaged. Due to the diagnosis, we moved up our actual marriage date (our wedding was still set for mid-April) to December 1, 2019. Her surgery was December 13, 2019. In my compassion for her, I agreed to move our wedding date up to offset her anxiety around who would be responsible for her if things went south with her surgical treatment.
Our first month of marriage was straightforward; she was on pain meds recovering from surgery, so the main engagement that occurred was me walking her up and down the hospital hallway as she recovered and trying to meet her base physical needs of hygiene, food, and presence. We stayed in the hospital for 2-3 weeks (with recurring hospital visits for complications).
Quickly after we figured out our marital living situation in her small 3-bed apartment with 2 roommates, our relationship devolved. Specifically, she was irritable because of the pain she was in, causing her to lash out at me with regular frequency for small things. If I didn’t put clothes away in the right place, didn’t anticipate her needs (without her communicating them), or ate the wrong food in front of her she would shout at me and decry me for my thoughtlessness.
These small, critical engagements were wounding and created a distance between us – and there was no upside. She was never kind, never paid mind to needs I might have, and started down a path of cultivating a root of bitterness in her soul. She quickly revealed herself to be venomous, hateful, and vindictive when she felt like she was wronged — and any observation of concern about our marriage resulted me in being accused of being mean or insensitive, even if I spent hours or days calculating the best way to share my concern (and I have a master’s degree in communication where I focused in studying disagreement — I know how to carefully package concerns).
During this time, I worked hard to provide for us, foreseeing a significant time period where I would have to be primary financial provider and caregiver. I increased my income each year we were married by around 25%, finishing our marriage at >$80,000 in yearly income, compared to starting our marriage at a modest $42,000 salary (including dramatically improving our healthcare). Frankly, I increased my income to provide for us in spite of the lack of support at home.
But to be clear: I don’t think it would have been particularly difficult to provide financially if I had an ounce of support at home.
However, the relentless criticism and expectation of mind-reading continued through the years. I rationalized this abuse for the first year of our marriage because of all the excuses to be cruel, she had a good one – she had cancer. I hung onto a hope that it would stop. Contrary to my hope, as the years went on – and our expenses climbed – and I continued to work myself to the bone – she continued to relentlessly critique and even started being more emotionally demanding, expecting me to take responsibility for her inability to cope with her emotions – I was drowning. She was asking too much of me. There was no deliverance from her abuse.
I was exhausted. In the peak of the abuse I endured at her hand, I was working multiple jobs, sleeping 10+ hours a night and napping frequently during the day around meetings and work, then coping with alcohol to numb myself to the abusive dynamic and fall asleep with no support from her. The only time I could approach her sexually was when I was intoxicated, with inhibitions lowered. The only time I could have a conversation with her was with a counselor in the room. Without something to mitigate opportunity for her to be cruel to me, either a mediator or self-medication, I was scared.
I lived at home in a constant state of alert and cognitive fatigue. No matter how I tried to make sense of my home life, I couldn’t. When she looked at or touched me, I would recoil in fear, anticipating some sort of incisive critique or demand expressed. Then she would criticize me for not responding warmly to her, exacerbating the cycle.
I couldn’t meet her needs – I was utterly exhausted. When I would tell her of the exhaustion I experienced in marital counseling, her responses were typically something along the lines of not believing me, denying what I was saying was true, or calling my exhaustion an ‘excuse’. I could interact happily with my friends… why not her?
I did not deny her demands were legitimate; rather, I expressed my inability to meet them because of how fatigued I was. I said ‘I can’t’ so many times. I realize her demands were small; affection, saying ‘i love you’, complimenting her. But it’s disorienting to be consistently berated and belittled by a person and then asked to compliment them and tell them you love them.
The push and pull of abuse is exhausting to a person who is not mentally because it does not make sense.
Further, in counseling I realized that I have forgotten that I have needs. I have lost the tools to even evaluate what my needs might be because, implicitly and explicitly in my marriage, I was told my needs don’t matter.
My marriage made no sense; I was obviously drowning, exhausted with the demands our life imposed on me. I was doing everything I could to get straight. I was in individual therapy, marital counseling, pastoral counseling, trying different antidepressants (4 in total – all with no effect), changing eating habits, trying to reduce my drinking, getting medical tests to see if I had health issues causing my fatigue, and being vulnerable in my friendships in an attempt to invite others in to process and move forward and figure out my marriage. I desperately shared everything I could about my marriage, hoping someone else would crack the code where I couldn’t.
None of my efforts worked. I could not get out of the exhausted state I was in. It’s worth noting here that within weeks of separating I almost completely cut out alcohol, got into a regular sleep schedule, was waking up at 6-7am every day and reading multiple hours (which I couldn’t do in marriage due to cognitive fatigue/distraction), and experienced a resurgence of energy. I have felt the duress I was under lift and lift and lift and the weeks and months have went on.
In retrospect, I was experiencing cognitive fatigue because I was taking the demands my wife was placing on me seriously, but no matter what I did I could not make sense of them. How could she not see that I was doing everything I could to make ends meet – the ends which she was imposing on me? I did not have additional energy left. She would ask me ‘Do you love me?’ and I didn’t know how to respond. How is my work not at least some symbol of love? My dream was to be a poor professor, which she knew – instead I was grinding myself to the bone, working in digital marketing with multiple freelance projects, picking up a bartending gig and a teaching gig on top of full-time employment.
The last straw was when she accused me of abuse. I took that accusation seriously, and weighed it against my experience. ‘Am I an abuser?’ I asked myself. I sorted through my behavior and how I treated her. I came to the conclusion that I may be a poor husband in serious ways; but I am not an abuser. And the abuse question opened the door to the question… ‘I may not be an abuser… but is there abuse in our marriage?’ And the answer quickly became ‘Yes.’
When we were married, I understood that she wasn’t going to work much for a while. However, she worked the bare minimum she could for 4 years, earning at most in a single year $18,000. As the years went on and my income climbed, our debt continued to climb as well. She was still contributing the same, yet spending frivolously on useless knick knacks for our home and a cat. As I packed up our home to sell, the majority of items were dozens of boxes of useless junk she’d accumulated.
She lived a life of mania around finances. We would go to marital counseling and she would regularly express, ‘I would rather be poor and happy than rich and sad’. We were poor and sad. Sure, my income was the highest it’d ever been – but we were still drowning, with debts climbing. At the end of our marriage, we’d accumulated about $20,000 in consumer debt between credit cards and personal loans.
It was traumatizing (and abusive) to go to counseling and be told by my partner she would ‘rather be poor and happy and than rich and sad’ when the factual scenario we were living was neither. She actively denied reality – both my lived experience and the reality of our finances – at my expense. It was killing me, trying to make sense of what we were going through but being unable to make sense of what I was being told and what I was experiencing.
Throughout this time, it is worth adding that she also leveraged my spiritual leadership to ‘set me straight’. I was in a conservative Evangelical space, believing that men are the ultimate provider in a family unit and primarily responsible for the status of the marriage. Because I was not doing what she wanted me to (lavishing her with affection), I was muscled into multiple groups and meetings where pastoral care intervened to restore our marriage. In the moment, I submitted to my pastoral care because of my trust for them and my faith in God. Now, I believe this dynamic was abusive; my pastoral care did not care in any sense for my soul; they only cared about fixing my marriage. No questions around ‘why’ my marriage was so bad were asked; only what was going on and how it could be fixed. I relish the thought of my pastoral care being held accountable for the abuse they exercised upon me during this time on judgment day, albeit through a shaken faith in a God that would enable this dynamic.
With my spiritual community, I shared that I felt like she was my tormentor; that she it felt as if I were on the ground due to exhaustion, and she was standing on my throat, telling me to ‘get up’ and ‘tell me you love me’; that our metaphorical life was a boat, sinking, and I was desperately bailing out water. All the while, she stood at the other end of the boat, desperately bailing water in and looking at me like I was a maniac.
And yet, because there was no adultery, there was no category for divorce. We had sworn an oath before God and were required to fix this.
As I reflect upon my marriage (and the ongoing divorce proceedings), a few things are clear.
She is an abuser. I don’t think she intends to be, but impact matters. She is mentally ill and unable to reckon with basic reality.
She is a manipulator. She manipulated my spiritual community against me. I was viewed as someone to be corrected while begging for help from my trusted friends and pastoral care, whom I now regret being vulnerable with due to their abuse and denial of my reality because I didn’t fit neatly into their thin theological categories.
She is an enslaver. In divorce proceedings, she is doing everything she can to get every dollar from me, leveraging student loans I did not co-sign, my continually increasing income due to my hard work, and denying every claim of dissipated assets she can.
It is truly a mind-breaking experience to see your compassion leveraged against you for money. I had to sit under an attorney proclaiming to a judge that, since I consented to move up our marriage date before her cancer surgery, ‘I knew what I was getting into’. That she is entitled to large sums of money (that do not exist; we never had more than $3000 in our bank account during marriage) due to that decision.
Even apart from the abuse, I did not know what I was getting into. Including the abuse, I am full of remorse for having invited such an evil, hateful person into my life.
This experience has been the most challenging to my faith. As I endured abuse from her, I trusted God in a few ways. That the compassion I showed would maybe be rewarded – or, at least not punished. That my spiritual community wanted what was best for me. That God was not a punitive, hateful God (like my partner). I do not believe this trust was well placed, but am open to shortcomings in my views here.
I struggle to consent to a God that allowed my experience to occur. I’m open and processing in some kind of faith, but I really don’t know what it looks like to find a place to put this pain and betrayal that I’m experiencing.
I am a survivor of abuse, and the abuse I endured was mind-shattering. I sacrificed everything to support a partner diagnosed with serious bodily illness, which drove her to hate me and deny my lived experience because she could not reconcile it with the hatefulness she cultivated over our marriage, choosing bitterness over any positivity for four years, poisoning my well-being in the process.
What I envisioned to be the most compassionate moment of my life — marrying a person with cancer and promising to support and love them — has become nothing but a symbol of pain and remorse. I envisioned a life where my partner and I would fight against the terror of cancer; instead she hopped to the other side, choosing her ongoing health issues as the ally and myself as the enemy.
It took me 4 years to realize it. And as she drags me through court to leverage every dollar out of me I can, my only regret is that I didn’t leave my abuser to her own devices sooner; self-pity, hatefulness, and a sheer disregard toward taking responsibility for anything.
I am grateful but drowning. As we are negotiating settlement, the end is near, and my abuser will soon be unable to execute any influence in my life.
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In simplest form, the progression is apparently observable. She was diagnosed with cancer in October of 2019 while we were engaged. Due to the diagnosis, we moved up our actual marriage date (our wedding was still set for mid-April) to December 1, 2019. Her surgery was December 13, 2019. In my compassion for her, I agreed to move our wedding date up to offset her anxiety around who would be responsible for her if things went south with her surgical treatment.
Our first month of marriage was straightforward; she was on pain meds recovering from surgery, so the main engagement that occurred was me walking her up and down the hospital hallway as she recovered and trying to meet her base physical needs of hygiene, food, and presence. We stayed in the hospital for 2-3 weeks (with recurring hospital visits for complications).
Quickly after we figured out our marital living situation in her small 3-bed apartment with 2 roommates, our relationship devolved. Specifically, she was irritable because of the pain she was in, causing her to lash out at me with regular frequency for small things. If I didn’t put clothes away in the right place, didn’t anticipate her needs (without her communicating them), or ate the wrong food in front of her she would shout at me and decry me for my thoughtlessness.
These small, critical engagements were wounding and created a distance between us – and there was no upside. She was never kind, never paid mind to needs I might have, and started down a path of cultivating a root of bitterness in her soul. She quickly revealed herself to be venomous, hateful, and vindictive when she felt like she was wronged — and any observation of concern about our marriage resulted me in being accused of being mean or insensitive, even if I spent hours or days calculating the best way to share my concern (and I have a master’s degree in communication where I focused in studying disagreement — I know how to carefully package concerns).
During this time, I worked hard to provide for us, foreseeing a significant time period where I would have to be primary financial provider and caregiver. I increased my income each year we were married by around 25%, finishing our marriage at >$80,000 in yearly income, compared to starting our marriage at a modest $42,000 salary (including dramatically improving our healthcare). Frankly, I increased my income to provide for us in spite of the lack of support at home.
But to be clear: I don’t think it would have been particularly difficult to provide financially if I had an ounce of support at home.
However, the relentless criticism and expectation of mind-reading continued through the years. I rationalized this abuse for the first year of our marriage because of all the excuses to be cruel, she had a good one – she had cancer. I hung onto a hope that it would stop. Contrary to my hope, as the years went on – and our expenses climbed – and I continued to work myself to the bone – she continued to relentlessly critique and even started being more emotionally demanding, expecting me to take responsibility for her inability to cope with her emotions – I was drowning. She was asking too much of me. There was no deliverance from her abuse.
I was exhausted. In the peak of the abuse I endured at her hand, I was working multiple jobs, sleeping 10+ hours a night and napping frequently during the day around meetings and work, then coping with alcohol to numb myself to the abusive dynamic and fall asleep with no support from her. The only time I could approach her sexually was when I was intoxicated, with inhibitions lowered. The only time I could have a conversation with her was with a counselor in the room. Without something to mitigate opportunity for her to be cruel to me, either a mediator or self-medication, I was scared.
I lived at home in a constant state of alert and cognitive fatigue. No matter how I tried to make sense of my home life, I couldn’t. When she looked at or touched me, I would recoil in fear, anticipating some sort of incisive critique or demand expressed. Then she would criticize me for not responding warmly to her, exacerbating the cycle.
I couldn’t meet her needs – I was utterly exhausted. When I would tell her of the exhaustion I experienced in marital counseling, her responses were typically something along the lines of not believing me, denying what I was saying was true, or calling my exhaustion an ‘excuse’. I could interact happily with my friends… why not her?
I did not deny her demands were legitimate; rather, I expressed my inability to meet them because of how fatigued I was. I said ‘I can’t’ so many times. I realize her demands were small; affection, saying ‘i love you’, complimenting her. But it’s disorienting to be consistently berated and belittled by a person and then asked to compliment them and tell them you love them.
The push and pull of abuse is exhausting to a person who is not mentally because it does not make sense.
Further, in counseling I realized that I have forgotten that I have needs. I have lost the tools to even evaluate what my needs might be because, implicitly and explicitly in my marriage, I was told my needs don’t matter.
My marriage made no sense; I was obviously drowning, exhausted with the demands our life imposed on me. I was doing everything I could to get straight. I was in individual therapy, marital counseling, pastoral counseling, trying different antidepressants (4 in total – all with no effect), changing eating habits, trying to reduce my drinking, getting medical tests to see if I had health issues causing my fatigue, and being vulnerable in my friendships in an attempt to invite others in to process and move forward and figure out my marriage. I desperately shared everything I could about my marriage, hoping someone else would crack the code where I couldn’t.
None of my efforts worked. I could not get out of the exhausted state I was in. It’s worth noting here that within weeks of separating I almost completely cut out alcohol, got into a regular sleep schedule, was waking up at 6-7am every day and reading multiple hours (which I couldn’t do in marriage due to cognitive fatigue/distraction), and experienced a resurgence of energy. I have felt the duress I was under lift and lift and lift and the weeks and months have went on.
In retrospect, I was experiencing cognitive fatigue because I was taking the demands my wife was placing on me seriously, but no matter what I did I could not make sense of them. How could she not see that I was doing everything I could to make ends meet – the ends which she was imposing on me? I did not have additional energy left. She would ask me ‘Do you love me?’ and I didn’t know how to respond. How is my work not at least some symbol of love? My dream was to be a poor professor, which she knew – instead I was grinding myself to the bone, working in digital marketing with multiple freelance projects, picking up a bartending gig and a teaching gig on top of full-time employment.
The last straw was when she accused me of abuse. I took that accusation seriously, and weighed it against my experience. ‘Am I an abuser?’ I asked myself. I sorted through my behavior and how I treated her. I came to the conclusion that I may be a poor husband in serious ways; but I am not an abuser. And the abuse question opened the door to the question… ‘I may not be an abuser… but is there abuse in our marriage?’ And the answer quickly became ‘Yes.’
When we were married, I understood that she wasn’t going to work much for a while. However, she worked the bare minimum she could for 4 years, earning at most in a single year $18,000. As the years went on and my income climbed, our debt continued to climb as well. She was still contributing the same, yet spending frivolously on useless knick knacks for our home and a cat. As I packed up our home to sell, the majority of items were dozens of boxes of useless junk she’d accumulated.
She lived a life of mania around finances. We would go to marital counseling and she would regularly express, ‘I would rather be poor and happy than rich and sad’. We were poor and sad. Sure, my income was the highest it’d ever been – but we were still drowning, with debts climbing. At the end of our marriage, we’d accumulated about $20,000 in consumer debt between credit cards and personal loans.
It was traumatizing (and abusive) to go to counseling and be told by my partner she would ‘rather be poor and happy and than rich and sad’ when the factual scenario we were living was neither. She actively denied reality – both my lived experience and the reality of our finances – at my expense. It was killing me, trying to make sense of what we were going through but being unable to make sense of what I was being told and what I was experiencing.
Throughout this time, it is worth adding that she also leveraged my spiritual leadership to ‘set me straight’. I was in a conservative Evangelical space, believing that men are the ultimate provider in a family unit and primarily responsible for the status of the marriage. Because I was not doing what she wanted me to (lavishing her with affection), I was muscled into multiple groups and meetings where pastoral care intervened to restore our marriage. In the moment, I submitted to my pastoral care because of my trust for them and my faith in God. Now, I believe this dynamic was abusive; my pastoral care did not care in any sense for my soul; they only cared about fixing my marriage. No questions around ‘why’ my marriage was so bad were asked; only what was going on and how it could be fixed. I relish the thought of my pastoral care being held accountable for the abuse they exercised upon me during this time on judgment day, albeit through a shaken faith in a God that would enable this dynamic.
With my spiritual community, I shared that I felt like she was my tormentor; that she it felt as if I were on the ground due to exhaustion, and she was standing on my throat, telling me to ‘get up’ and ‘tell me you love me’; that our metaphorical life was a boat, sinking, and I was desperately bailing out water. All the while, she stood at the other end of the boat, desperately bailing water in and looking at me like I was a maniac.
And yet, because there was no adultery, there was no category for divorce. We had sworn an oath before God and were required to fix this.
As I reflect upon my marriage (and the ongoing divorce proceedings), a few things are clear.
She is an abuser. I don’t think she intends to be, but impact matters. She is mentally ill and unable to reckon with basic reality.
She is a manipulator. She manipulated my spiritual community against me. I was viewed as someone to be corrected while begging for help from my trusted friends and pastoral care, whom I now regret being vulnerable with due to their abuse and denial of my reality because I didn’t fit neatly into their thin theological categories.
She is an enslaver. In divorce proceedings, she is doing everything she can to get every dollar from me, leveraging student loans I did not co-sign, my continually increasing income due to my hard work, and denying every claim of dissipated assets she can.
It is truly a mind-breaking experience to see your compassion leveraged against you for money. I had to sit under an attorney proclaiming to a judge that, since I consented to move up our marriage date before her cancer surgery, ‘I knew what I was getting into’. That she is entitled to large sums of money (that do not exist; we never had more than $3000 in our bank account during marriage) due to that decision.
Even apart from the abuse, I did not know what I was getting into. Including the abuse, I am full of remorse for having invited such an evil, hateful person into my life.
This experience has been the most challenging to my faith. As I endured abuse from her, I trusted God in a few ways. That the compassion I showed would maybe be rewarded – or, at least not punished. That my spiritual community wanted what was best for me. That God was not a punitive, hateful God (like my partner). I do not believe this trust was well placed, but am open to shortcomings in my views here.
I struggle to consent to a God that allowed my experience to occur. I’m open and processing in some kind of faith, but I really don’t know what it looks like to find a place to put this pain and betrayal that I’m experiencing.
I am a survivor of abuse, and the abuse I endured was mind-shattering. I sacrificed everything to support a partner diagnosed with serious bodily illness, which drove her to hate me and deny my lived experience because she could not reconcile it with the hatefulness she cultivated over our marriage, choosing bitterness over any positivity for four years, poisoning my well-being in the process.
What I envisioned to be the most compassionate moment of my life — marrying a person with cancer and promising to support and love them — has become nothing but a symbol of pain and remorse. I envisioned a life where my partner and I would fight against the terror of cancer; instead she hopped to the other side, choosing her ongoing health issues as the ally and myself as the enemy.
It took me 4 years to realize it. And as she drags me through court to leverage every dollar out of me I can, my only regret is that I didn’t leave my abuser to her own devices sooner; self-pity, hatefulness, and a sheer disregard toward taking responsibility for anything.
I am grateful but drowning. As we are negotiating settlement, the end is near, and my abuser will soon be unable to execute any influence in my life.
2024.05.19 00:15 Pikacz90 Can you feel it ?!
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2024.05.19 00:14 Cornloaf Scammers finally got me...
I was looking for some joke greeting cards one evening after seeing a video on Instagram. The card does not stop playing the music after it has been opened and if you tear it open, it spills glitter all over. I accidentally clicked a bogus link instead of one of the reputable companies that sells these cards. To my defense, I was on a business trip that was quite stressful and it was 1am.
I woke up at 6am and saw my order was confirmed and the domain was just nonsense (blstdispse.com). There was an option to cancel the order so I clicked that and was put in a queue. None of the live agents were available so I waited for a response via email. A few hours later I was told the order was already shipped and I couldn't cancel but could get a refund once I received the items. The charge hit my credit card and it was Blast Dispatch in the UK.
A couple hours after that I got a tracking link that showed my package was received in Ferrara, Italy. After 7 days it made it to Venice, Italy. Another day went by and it now shows in Italian Customs. The tracking page is tracking-hub.com and it claims to track 665 couriers. The funny thing is that my "tracking number" is 20 digits long of just numbers. It only accepts "tracking numbers" in that format. I found that I can change the last number and it shows me tracking for other shipments. They are all in the same format of 1) acceptance, 2) left sorting center, 3) received in another city in the same country, 4) in customs in the same country. It never leaves the country and even shipments within a country, it ends up in customs. A shipment from Houston TX to Sacramento involves US Customs on this website.
I am sure they are sending me something, and it's probably just dropship crap. I already got the real card in the mail from the official site so I filed a chargeback with Citibank. 12 hours later I received an email from customer service at blstdispse.com telling me that they have refunded my order. It was only $45 and I knew I had enough evidence to prove to my bank it was a scam. Still surprised I actually placed the order on this shitty site!
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I woke up at 6am and saw my order was confirmed and the domain was just nonsense (blstdispse.com). There was an option to cancel the order so I clicked that and was put in a queue. None of the live agents were available so I waited for a response via email. A few hours later I was told the order was already shipped and I couldn't cancel but could get a refund once I received the items. The charge hit my credit card and it was Blast Dispatch in the UK.
A couple hours after that I got a tracking link that showed my package was received in Ferrara, Italy. After 7 days it made it to Venice, Italy. Another day went by and it now shows in Italian Customs. The tracking page is tracking-hub.com and it claims to track 665 couriers. The funny thing is that my "tracking number" is 20 digits long of just numbers. It only accepts "tracking numbers" in that format. I found that I can change the last number and it shows me tracking for other shipments. They are all in the same format of 1) acceptance, 2) left sorting center, 3) received in another city in the same country, 4) in customs in the same country. It never leaves the country and even shipments within a country, it ends up in customs. A shipment from Houston TX to Sacramento involves US Customs on this website.
I am sure they are sending me something, and it's probably just dropship crap. I already got the real card in the mail from the official site so I filed a chargeback with Citibank. 12 hours later I received an email from customer service at blstdispse.com telling me that they have refunded my order. It was only $45 and I knew I had enough evidence to prove to my bank it was a scam. Still surprised I actually placed the order on this shitty site!
2024.05.19 00:14 bowinger7 Harrahs gulf coast 10x
 | My wife and I received this email. We will actually be there that sunday. Our issue is we dont know how to opt in on the app, theres no offer or anything about the 10x on our app, just the email. Are we going to be able to opt in on the 26th, and activate? submitted by bowinger7 to CaesarsRewards [link] [comments] |
2024.05.19 00:12 Efficient-Mention124 Oslo Airport Transfer
Booking my parents a flight from Stockholm to London with SAS. Unfortunately, can only get them on a transit flight via Oslo. Will there by any difficulty? I assume given its Sweden to London, there would be no bother with extra security checks given Sweden is schegen and London isnt?
Also, its a relatively short transit, 4 hours, is there anything interesting they can do? I guess its not enough time for them to leave the airport, but are there any good lounges I can pre-book them in? I dont have any SAS cards / AMEX credit cards
thanks :)
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Also, its a relatively short transit, 4 hours, is there anything interesting they can do? I guess its not enough time for them to leave the airport, but are there any good lounges I can pre-book them in? I dont have any SAS cards / AMEX credit cards
thanks :)
2024.05.19 00:12 PlantBasedDelinquent I really need help and idk what to do. I need some money tonight urgently
Anything helps, and I will do everything in my power to repay you.
I have never been so low in my life.
My car was repossessed.
My house is foreclosing, first court date is first week of June.
I have over $30k of credit card debt.
I was laid off of work and haven't had luck with my job search, especially without transportation.
Every "friend" I had has robbed me. It adds up to thousands. They use me until I have nothing left then they take it all and leave.
My mother is unemployed without any income or effort, and I cannot help but help her as much as I possibly can.
I hate begging. I used to reject any money or gifts from people because I am a giver. But I don't know what to do. I don't want to do anything that involves selling my body and I have no belongings left to sell. Even my phone is broken and I can't afford a new one.
I am so lost and so alone. I need help. I need help so bad.
I am willing work for it or pay it back if needed as I don't expect hand outs, but anything at all is appreciated. I am a 26 year old female from MA. My mother owned her house but town tried to take it due to 12 years of neglected property tax, in turn I bought her house and had the mortgage in my name, even though she was going to live there and pay the mortgage just using my name as her credit sucks. She lied about paying it and didn't give me the account information but I trusted her, stupidly, now it's too late. If I can't save it I want to fix it up as much as I can while I have time left. She put ruined my credit further, put me in collections with home owners insurance, and broke her promises of it only being a year until we sell, and her giving me the cash to pay my car off. Now I have no car and no home soon. I had perfect credit and $30k of available credit cards in good standing but my ex racked them up to the point they all maxed. Not only did he use them without my permission sometimes, but I couldn't eat in front of him and watch him go hungry, I just couldn't. I had to support him too. He couldn't hold a job. And when enough was enough and I said no more, he would abuse and threaten me. I do everything for everyone I care about but no one is there for me. I legit can't afford food tonight. I only get $22 in food stamps.
I need it help immediately and I don't know what to do
My cashapp is $Aceeee98, Venmo @ Aislyn-B, and Paypal @ AislynB. Thank you in advance
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I have never been so low in my life.
My car was repossessed.
My house is foreclosing, first court date is first week of June.
I have over $30k of credit card debt.
I was laid off of work and haven't had luck with my job search, especially without transportation.
Every "friend" I had has robbed me. It adds up to thousands. They use me until I have nothing left then they take it all and leave.
My mother is unemployed without any income or effort, and I cannot help but help her as much as I possibly can.
I hate begging. I used to reject any money or gifts from people because I am a giver. But I don't know what to do. I don't want to do anything that involves selling my body and I have no belongings left to sell. Even my phone is broken and I can't afford a new one.
I am so lost and so alone. I need help. I need help so bad.
I am willing work for it or pay it back if needed as I don't expect hand outs, but anything at all is appreciated. I am a 26 year old female from MA. My mother owned her house but town tried to take it due to 12 years of neglected property tax, in turn I bought her house and had the mortgage in my name, even though she was going to live there and pay the mortgage just using my name as her credit sucks. She lied about paying it and didn't give me the account information but I trusted her, stupidly, now it's too late. If I can't save it I want to fix it up as much as I can while I have time left. She put ruined my credit further, put me in collections with home owners insurance, and broke her promises of it only being a year until we sell, and her giving me the cash to pay my car off. Now I have no car and no home soon. I had perfect credit and $30k of available credit cards in good standing but my ex racked them up to the point they all maxed. Not only did he use them without my permission sometimes, but I couldn't eat in front of him and watch him go hungry, I just couldn't. I had to support him too. He couldn't hold a job. And when enough was enough and I said no more, he would abuse and threaten me. I do everything for everyone I care about but no one is there for me. I legit can't afford food tonight. I only get $22 in food stamps.
I need it help immediately and I don't know what to do
My cashapp is $Aceeee98, Venmo @ Aislyn-B, and Paypal @ AislynB. Thank you in advance
2024.05.19 00:11 Dear-Cockroach-6979 Wouldn’t mind some advice…
(Sorry, it’s kinda long)
Hey everyone,
A bit about me: I grew up in a toxic household with an alcoholic abusive single mother. She had anywhere from 15-20 stray cats in our home that she spoiled and loved more than me. She sure made that clear! My father left me and my mother when I was two years old and he never came back. I was put into the California foster care system at age 13 due to my mother being reported multiple times by my junior high school counselor. From there I went to several mental hospitals, lockdown facilities and group homes up to my 18th birthday. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and major depressive disorder back in my adolescent years. I haven’t been evaluated as an adult but I’m sure I would be diagnosed with MDD if I were.
I have spent almost my entire adult life doing nothing with myself. I spent a lot of time early on sleeping in my car and showering at my friends houses. My grandma in Arizona helped me out a great deal and let me stay with her and find work, and I was proud of myself although I was working a menial janitorial job at a casino. I’m pretty tech savvy and skilled with automotive repair but I never pursued further education. When my grandma passed away in 2007 I got severely depressed but I managed to get a place to live with roommates and held down a full time job, again at a casino doing janitorial work. Developed a gambling addiction and an alcohol addiction. Got a DUI in 2008 and that started my legal troubles. Lost my place and lost my job.
I slept in my car and worked at casinos doing menial work again. Met a woman at one of the jobs and got married April 2010. She had a few kids with a bunch of baby daddy drama, and I couldn’t deal with it so I just walked away and the divorce was finalized by the end of the year. I stopped drinking after that. From there I kept working until 2011, when I decided to quit my job, take my old Subaru XT and hit the road. Went all over the southwest US sleeping in the car and exploring, got a few tickets for no insurance, got my license suspended for said tickets and also for not paying my payments on the DUI. I got to Albuquerque NM and my car finally croaked on me. Transmission failure. Slept in it for a week or so in a mini-mall parking lot until the cops were called on me and unsurprisingly took my car. I was officially a street person at age 26.
I spent several years hitchhiking, panhandling, dumpster diving, hopping freight trains and finding spots to sleep or camp wherever I could. I was so depressed that I didn’t take very good care of myself and had no desire whatsoever to try to better myself and dig out of the hole I got myself into. I used to call myself an urban survivalist. I remained in this state of mind until late 2022 when dental problems nearly killed me. I finally found a place to stay in Nevada with a lady I called a foster mother but I had a very hard time getting used to being housed. I got all my teeth yanked and a set of dentures thanks to Nevada Medicaid. I got a job at a car wash for six months but gave up the job due to stress at home and workplace nepotism. I even got a few credit cards and got my score up to 719! Anyhow, foster mother was an alcoholic, she started to remind me of my biological mother and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had a few thousand dollars saved up and moved back to Arizona a couple of months ago.
I am currently at a weekly motel and have been attempting to find any work I can. Managed to get interviews for dishwasher jobs, housekeeping jobs, janitorial jobs and night crew at a grocery store. Haven’t heard back from any of them though. I have half of my savings left and it seems inevitable that I’ll run out of money pretty soon.
I have a good feeling that the ridiculously long gap of employment looks terrible on my resume and that may be a reason I’m not getting anything. I mean, what do I tell the interviewer, that I was a damn bum?
I like to think I’m pretty smart. I was disassembling and reassembling IBM PC’s before I hit puberty. I was the computer technician for my high school back in the Windows XP era. Once I started driving I began teaching myself automotive repair with Chilton and Haynes manuals along with plenty of trial and error. It blew people’s minds when I, a dirty bum, helped get their car back on the road if I noticed they needed assistance. I helped a man I met at a park and did an engine swap on his Nissan Xterra over a couple weekends in exchange for new camping gear.
I can’t get work as a mechanic or do any driving related jobs unless I get my license back and it would take a LOT of money to get it back. On top of that I have to have an ignition interlock in any vehicle I drive. I wouldn’t mind getting into computer repair but I don’t have the certification to do so, and I’ve been out of the loop for a long time. I have a MacBook Air M1 and wish I could learn a way to make money with it like some sort of remote job but that seems impossible to me at this point.
For the record, I still don’t drink and I’ve never done a hard drug in my life. I haven’t smoked weed in months so I am able to pass a drug test if I were hired somewhere. Also, I have no felonies whatsoever on my record. Some people like to be stereotypical so I figured I’d throw that out there.
I guess what I’m asking is what should I do at this point? What path would you take if you were in my shoes? I won’t lie, suicide has been on my mind a lot lately. I don’t have many friends and I don’t have any family to talk to. I don’t like being a burden on anyone. Should I just accept that I’m gonna probably be homeless again, possibly for the rest of my life? Is there anywhere in the US that I could possibly get back on my feet with some sort of labor work and a place to sleep? I’d move anywhere if I knew I had a shot. Am I a lost cause at age 38? I’d love to hear some ideas!
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Hey everyone,
A bit about me: I grew up in a toxic household with an alcoholic abusive single mother. She had anywhere from 15-20 stray cats in our home that she spoiled and loved more than me. She sure made that clear! My father left me and my mother when I was two years old and he never came back. I was put into the California foster care system at age 13 due to my mother being reported multiple times by my junior high school counselor. From there I went to several mental hospitals, lockdown facilities and group homes up to my 18th birthday. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and major depressive disorder back in my adolescent years. I haven’t been evaluated as an adult but I’m sure I would be diagnosed with MDD if I were.
I have spent almost my entire adult life doing nothing with myself. I spent a lot of time early on sleeping in my car and showering at my friends houses. My grandma in Arizona helped me out a great deal and let me stay with her and find work, and I was proud of myself although I was working a menial janitorial job at a casino. I’m pretty tech savvy and skilled with automotive repair but I never pursued further education. When my grandma passed away in 2007 I got severely depressed but I managed to get a place to live with roommates and held down a full time job, again at a casino doing janitorial work. Developed a gambling addiction and an alcohol addiction. Got a DUI in 2008 and that started my legal troubles. Lost my place and lost my job.
I slept in my car and worked at casinos doing menial work again. Met a woman at one of the jobs and got married April 2010. She had a few kids with a bunch of baby daddy drama, and I couldn’t deal with it so I just walked away and the divorce was finalized by the end of the year. I stopped drinking after that. From there I kept working until 2011, when I decided to quit my job, take my old Subaru XT and hit the road. Went all over the southwest US sleeping in the car and exploring, got a few tickets for no insurance, got my license suspended for said tickets and also for not paying my payments on the DUI. I got to Albuquerque NM and my car finally croaked on me. Transmission failure. Slept in it for a week or so in a mini-mall parking lot until the cops were called on me and unsurprisingly took my car. I was officially a street person at age 26.
I spent several years hitchhiking, panhandling, dumpster diving, hopping freight trains and finding spots to sleep or camp wherever I could. I was so depressed that I didn’t take very good care of myself and had no desire whatsoever to try to better myself and dig out of the hole I got myself into. I used to call myself an urban survivalist. I remained in this state of mind until late 2022 when dental problems nearly killed me. I finally found a place to stay in Nevada with a lady I called a foster mother but I had a very hard time getting used to being housed. I got all my teeth yanked and a set of dentures thanks to Nevada Medicaid. I got a job at a car wash for six months but gave up the job due to stress at home and workplace nepotism. I even got a few credit cards and got my score up to 719! Anyhow, foster mother was an alcoholic, she started to remind me of my biological mother and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had a few thousand dollars saved up and moved back to Arizona a couple of months ago.
I am currently at a weekly motel and have been attempting to find any work I can. Managed to get interviews for dishwasher jobs, housekeeping jobs, janitorial jobs and night crew at a grocery store. Haven’t heard back from any of them though. I have half of my savings left and it seems inevitable that I’ll run out of money pretty soon.
I have a good feeling that the ridiculously long gap of employment looks terrible on my resume and that may be a reason I’m not getting anything. I mean, what do I tell the interviewer, that I was a damn bum?
I like to think I’m pretty smart. I was disassembling and reassembling IBM PC’s before I hit puberty. I was the computer technician for my high school back in the Windows XP era. Once I started driving I began teaching myself automotive repair with Chilton and Haynes manuals along with plenty of trial and error. It blew people’s minds when I, a dirty bum, helped get their car back on the road if I noticed they needed assistance. I helped a man I met at a park and did an engine swap on his Nissan Xterra over a couple weekends in exchange for new camping gear.
I can’t get work as a mechanic or do any driving related jobs unless I get my license back and it would take a LOT of money to get it back. On top of that I have to have an ignition interlock in any vehicle I drive. I wouldn’t mind getting into computer repair but I don’t have the certification to do so, and I’ve been out of the loop for a long time. I have a MacBook Air M1 and wish I could learn a way to make money with it like some sort of remote job but that seems impossible to me at this point.
For the record, I still don’t drink and I’ve never done a hard drug in my life. I haven’t smoked weed in months so I am able to pass a drug test if I were hired somewhere. Also, I have no felonies whatsoever on my record. Some people like to be stereotypical so I figured I’d throw that out there.
I guess what I’m asking is what should I do at this point? What path would you take if you were in my shoes? I won’t lie, suicide has been on my mind a lot lately. I don’t have many friends and I don’t have any family to talk to. I don’t like being a burden on anyone. Should I just accept that I’m gonna probably be homeless again, possibly for the rest of my life? Is there anywhere in the US that I could possibly get back on my feet with some sort of labor work and a place to sleep? I’d move anywhere if I knew I had a shot. Am I a lost cause at age 38? I’d love to hear some ideas!
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2024.05.19 00:07 Hefty-Appointment140 Any advice to become self-sustainable and save money for possible future poverty?
Hi! To preface this, I want to note that I don't consider myself in financial trouble currently, and is more looking for advice since there is a big possibility that I would face that in the future. I asked mod in the rules thread in advance if I can make this post, because I recognize I'm privileged compare to many here. Still, I apologize sincerely if I bring negative emotion to any of you, as I find people here wonderful and kind. Also, sorry for any weird phrasing, since English isn't my first language.
I'm 24 and earns around 36K after tax, currently working in a Canada big city. Currently, I'm not really self-sustainable. I pay my rent and use my parents' credit card for a lot of daily spendings. My parents are always happy to help me and they are middle class back in my home country. The thing is, my home country isn't doing great, and my parents has discussed with me that they will seek to immigrate to Canada if the authoritarian spiral gets worse, which is the current trend. Both of them work in professions that they can't do in Canada, and if it comes to them leaving my home country, it's likely they won't be able to transfer their money/asset. Therefore, we would probably be in poverty in that scenario.
Parents and emergency funding: It's common in my culture for the parents to give their child money forever, and I'm lucky that my parents don't have the controlling tendencies that come with it. It's sort of murky since they let me manage a chunk of their savings, which I view as not my money and keeping their emergency funding for them. My parents, however, are like 'you can use it whenever, just don't drain it all". For example, they said they are totally fine if I use half to buy a cool car (we talked about it as a hypothetical since I don't actually drive). They alway encourage me to spend more money and live my best life, which makes it a bit hard to get the motivation to cut down my spending. They are fiscally responsible themselves, but they are the type to push back their retirement age to let me get everything I want. My mom is the one of the most competent person I know, speak English well, and has experience in many industries. I have no doubt she can find a job in Canada, but she loves her current profession, which requires her to get education and certification before she can do it here. I guess I just don't want her to work in something she doesn't like because I ordered Ubereats too many times.
My own finances - Income: I have read discussions in this subreddit, and a common advice is to find a higher paying job. My current industry pays well (my classmates, that I know of, all have higher salaries than me), and I can switch to data science as there are some overlaps. My current company and boss is nice, while it doesn't pay super well, the job is chill. I don't think I can switch jobs in near future, since I need to get permanent residence first, which is important for future immigration scenarios. Part-time isn't viable currently because I'm taking French classes after work. I don't see an increase in my income other than yearly raise.
My own finances - Spending: More than 50% of my income goes to rent. I live in a studio so no roommate options. My city's rent has been crazy, but I do think there are less expensive places. I plan to live less downtown in the future, since public transportation is pretty good here. I don't have any expensive stuff because I hate shopping in general (especially despise buying new clothes), so less spending on that front, yah I guess? On eating, I plan to get back to cooking again. I'm a terrible cook who knows like 3 dishes, but luckily, I'm happy to eat the same thing every day. I definitely want to cut down my use of Uber Eats, which got a bit out of control last Winter due to poor weather and empty fridge. One of my hobby is reading, and I have bought some used books, and plans to do more library visits from now on.
I want to keep better track of my finances and adjust my expectations to prepare for the future. I love my parents, and I hope when it comes down to it, I can contribute to their emergency fund and make their life less stressful instead of relying on them. Thank you for any advice or tips.
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I'm 24 and earns around 36K after tax, currently working in a Canada big city. Currently, I'm not really self-sustainable. I pay my rent and use my parents' credit card for a lot of daily spendings. My parents are always happy to help me and they are middle class back in my home country. The thing is, my home country isn't doing great, and my parents has discussed with me that they will seek to immigrate to Canada if the authoritarian spiral gets worse, which is the current trend. Both of them work in professions that they can't do in Canada, and if it comes to them leaving my home country, it's likely they won't be able to transfer their money/asset. Therefore, we would probably be in poverty in that scenario.
Parents and emergency funding: It's common in my culture for the parents to give their child money forever, and I'm lucky that my parents don't have the controlling tendencies that come with it. It's sort of murky since they let me manage a chunk of their savings, which I view as not my money and keeping their emergency funding for them. My parents, however, are like 'you can use it whenever, just don't drain it all". For example, they said they are totally fine if I use half to buy a cool car (we talked about it as a hypothetical since I don't actually drive). They alway encourage me to spend more money and live my best life, which makes it a bit hard to get the motivation to cut down my spending. They are fiscally responsible themselves, but they are the type to push back their retirement age to let me get everything I want. My mom is the one of the most competent person I know, speak English well, and has experience in many industries. I have no doubt she can find a job in Canada, but she loves her current profession, which requires her to get education and certification before she can do it here. I guess I just don't want her to work in something she doesn't like because I ordered Ubereats too many times.
My own finances - Income: I have read discussions in this subreddit, and a common advice is to find a higher paying job. My current industry pays well (my classmates, that I know of, all have higher salaries than me), and I can switch to data science as there are some overlaps. My current company and boss is nice, while it doesn't pay super well, the job is chill. I don't think I can switch jobs in near future, since I need to get permanent residence first, which is important for future immigration scenarios. Part-time isn't viable currently because I'm taking French classes after work. I don't see an increase in my income other than yearly raise.
My own finances - Spending: More than 50% of my income goes to rent. I live in a studio so no roommate options. My city's rent has been crazy, but I do think there are less expensive places. I plan to live less downtown in the future, since public transportation is pretty good here. I don't have any expensive stuff because I hate shopping in general (especially despise buying new clothes), so less spending on that front, yah I guess? On eating, I plan to get back to cooking again. I'm a terrible cook who knows like 3 dishes, but luckily, I'm happy to eat the same thing every day. I definitely want to cut down my use of Uber Eats, which got a bit out of control last Winter due to poor weather and empty fridge. One of my hobby is reading, and I have bought some used books, and plans to do more library visits from now on.
I want to keep better track of my finances and adjust my expectations to prepare for the future. I love my parents, and I hope when it comes down to it, I can contribute to their emergency fund and make their life less stressful instead of relying on them. Thank you for any advice or tips.
2024.05.19 00:07 sahajpk Credit Card Checker Online APK download
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2024.05.19 00:03 ConversationEmpty301 Credit One Bank Convenience Check
I have a no annual fee American Express card with Credit One and I got some email about them mailing me a "convenience check" of $300 and will charge $24 for it. In my head I'm thinking that it's worth it, but since this is Credit One, I feel like this is some sort of scam. Can anyone or expert in Credit One tell me what this convenience check is?
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2024.05.19 00:02 Omega_buttfuselage Credit card for wedding spending
Hello,
Currently planning a wedding with a price around 25,000-30,000 dollars for everything. I currently have a discover credit card with a limit of 1800 per month. I’m a year and a half out before the wedding date. Is there any benefits to maxing any certain cards and paying them off each month? I have enough cash to pay for the wedding as of now.
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Currently planning a wedding with a price around 25,000-30,000 dollars for everything. I currently have a discover credit card with a limit of 1800 per month. I’m a year and a half out before the wedding date. Is there any benefits to maxing any certain cards and paying them off each month? I have enough cash to pay for the wedding as of now.
2024.05.19 00:02 tomberty 2 Credit cards same bank. Transfer?
Ok so I have 2 credit cards same bank
2400$ 19%
0$ 14%
My question is if I put my rent on the lower interest rent and use that money to pay off the other is this good choice. Will bank be mad at this they kind of lose money?
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2400$ 19%
0$ 14%
My question is if I put my rent on the lower interest rent and use that money to pay off the other is this good choice. Will bank be mad at this they kind of lose money?
2024.05.19 00:01 Shybella_1114 Looking for a server to host your favorite game?
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2024.05.19 00:00 anaheimish_ Globe Plan application got cancelled
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2024.05.18 23:59 Old_Weird_1828 Credit card limit reduction
I need to rent a car for a move and need to use a credit card because of the car rental restrictions with other forms of payment. I have the money to do it. I made a big payment on a card to free up room and they reduced my limit. Now I don’t have enough room for the car! They didn’t reduce it to the balance. They left about $1,000. What are the chances they will reduce it again (weeks later) if I make another payment on it so I have room? I called them and tried asking and they said they had no control and couldn’t tell me anything. I can’t afford to lose the money if I do make another payment and they reduce it again.
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2024.05.18 23:57 missmillierene PSA: If you have been declared disabled through the SSA, and have student loan debt, you can apply for them all to be fully discharged.
I stupidly moved around while I was in college, which means I have been to 6-7 of them. Each one was in a different state, so hardly any of my credits transferred to the next one. I have had to damn near start over on my desired degrees in each state. Since I receive financial aid to be able to afford it at all, I reached my lifetime limit before earning a single degree. That’s basically 14 years worth of education down the drain, and all of the loan debt. Since I could not work and attend classes at the same time, I took out loans to live on each semester. I know someone’s going to whine about “only school related expenses”, but try doing anything successfully if you haven’t eaten in 3-4 days, your electricity is shut off, and you are overwhelmingly stressed out because you can’t make rent every month. I would pay my bills 6 months ahead so I didn’t have that to stress about and distract me from my courses, I got gift cards for the grocery store so I could budget that during the semester, and I stocked up on essentials like soap and toilet paper. It’s not conventional, but it worked for me. After 8 years of fighting and then finally winning with a lawyer, I was approved for disability. They informed me that there was an application I could submit to get all my loans discharged, which seemed too good to be true. But, it’s real. They require verification of disabled status, a doctor’s input, or veteran status verification. I have never dreamed in my life I would ever be debt free, and while I do still have credit that my mom took out under my name without me knowing, that’s nothing compared to the relief of losing the loan debt.
It’s on the Federal Student Aid website. It’s called Total and Permanent Disability Discharge. Good luck.
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It’s on the Federal Student Aid website. It’s called Total and Permanent Disability Discharge. Good luck.
2024.05.18 23:56 wadderweed Credit card reward suggestions? Expenses
I’ll be having to expense a lot for my company. Any suggestions on good credit cards to use so I can maximize rewards. Prefer traveling so anything that offers traveling rewards or high % back would be ideal. I have an 840 credit score.
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2024.05.18 23:52 feinburgrl Don't say unemployed at HGV presentation
Got a $99 Hilton Grand Vacation package to Las Vegas for 3 nights and 4 days. Total came out to $112 with taxes. Was a good deal. I stayed at the Trump International Hotel. I only had to do a 90 to 120 minute presentation on their overpriced timeshare. It's not a big deal. I went to the timeshare and watch a 15 minute video on the timeshare from Hilton. Funny they talk about Hilton points and no money you will be using at the hotel that you stay. I would say misleading because those points are cost $8k to $48k depending on the amount you get.
When I sat down to talk to the sells person. He ask me what I do. I told him I have an Airbnb and move back to my parents place and looking for a job. They person stop me and he said he needed to get the manager. I was a little confused but I didn't finish what I was going to say. I was going to tell them I do Uber, Lyft and delivery work but because the stop me and went to get the manager I never got to say that. When the manager came over he told me that I am free to leave but need to fill out the paper. I was little puzzle because I wanted to see the numbers of the price. I was there and tols them I wanted to finish but they told me it was okay. I fill out the paper and left. Not knowing what happened I was like okay that was quick.
The next day when I was at the airport getting on my flight I get a phone and it was HGV and that I was disqualify for the trip not knowing about being unemployed but I do Uber and Lyft. Now they want me to pay $800 for the after discount of the total hotel cost $1150 but Expenda and hotel.com charge $140 to $265 but they say I have to pay full price $400. Told them but it was a misunderstanding but they wouldn't and ask if how will I be paying. I was not going to pay for it. My friend that went with me talk to them but lowering it down to $700. He told me that the most is I can go to the HGV packages anymore but he said they can anything else. He also told me they were trying to get him to autherize a charge on my card for anything on file. Now I locked my credit card and report it as lost so they can't charge anything.
Find it weird that these fast talking sells person would let me talk and finish this wouldn't happened. To the people who would say why did I bring up I'm job searching or said it like I did. Well, I like to tell my full story and I wasn't lying about it. If they let me finish then I would told them about the gig work I do. But that is what it is. Moral of the story? Don't go to these cheap timeshare thing, not worth the hassle. 😅
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When I sat down to talk to the sells person. He ask me what I do. I told him I have an Airbnb and move back to my parents place and looking for a job. They person stop me and he said he needed to get the manager. I was a little confused but I didn't finish what I was going to say. I was going to tell them I do Uber, Lyft and delivery work but because the stop me and went to get the manager I never got to say that. When the manager came over he told me that I am free to leave but need to fill out the paper. I was little puzzle because I wanted to see the numbers of the price. I was there and tols them I wanted to finish but they told me it was okay. I fill out the paper and left. Not knowing what happened I was like okay that was quick.
The next day when I was at the airport getting on my flight I get a phone and it was HGV and that I was disqualify for the trip not knowing about being unemployed but I do Uber and Lyft. Now they want me to pay $800 for the after discount of the total hotel cost $1150 but Expenda and hotel.com charge $140 to $265 but they say I have to pay full price $400. Told them but it was a misunderstanding but they wouldn't and ask if how will I be paying. I was not going to pay for it. My friend that went with me talk to them but lowering it down to $700. He told me that the most is I can go to the HGV packages anymore but he said they can anything else. He also told me they were trying to get him to autherize a charge on my card for anything on file. Now I locked my credit card and report it as lost so they can't charge anything.
Find it weird that these fast talking sells person would let me talk and finish this wouldn't happened. To the people who would say why did I bring up I'm job searching or said it like I did. Well, I like to tell my full story and I wasn't lying about it. If they let me finish then I would told them about the gig work I do. But that is what it is. Moral of the story? Don't go to these cheap timeshare thing, not worth the hassle. 😅
2024.05.18 23:52 yvng_ninja Refund oopsies
Customer wants to return something so I scan the receipt and whatever. I find out that I refunded to his I think visa debit gift card and he couldn’t use it. So my manager had to fix it by giving him another refund on another actual debit or credit card.
Customer and manager got mad at me. And I tried to explain my side and the manager wasn’t having any of it. Was it my fault I didn’t ask the customer if he paid with a debit/credit or a gift card? I know it’s common sense but I lack it haha.
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Customer and manager got mad at me. And I tried to explain my side and the manager wasn’t having any of it. Was it my fault I didn’t ask the customer if he paid with a debit/credit or a gift card? I know it’s common sense but I lack it haha.
2024.05.18 23:51 usps85 Fake company I ordered from. Bogus phone number and address.
https://www.actiontour.club/
Found a vintage promo car model on this website and ordered it. I got a confirmation email but never received any updates on order status. I went on the website and found their 'contact us' information was all fake. The phone number was a non working number and the address does not exist. I even sent a message to them through their site but never got any response. Luckily my credit card refunded me the amount.
I guess I should have researched the site a bit more. Odd that their web address is "Actiontourclub" but the website says "Baby Shop" on the home page. There is a lot of stuff on this website. It makes me wonder where they get all of this merchandise photos for the website.
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Found a vintage promo car model on this website and ordered it. I got a confirmation email but never received any updates on order status. I went on the website and found their 'contact us' information was all fake. The phone number was a non working number and the address does not exist. I even sent a message to them through their site but never got any response. Luckily my credit card refunded me the amount.
I guess I should have researched the site a bit more. Odd that their web address is "Actiontourclub" but the website says "Baby Shop" on the home page. There is a lot of stuff on this website. It makes me wonder where they get all of this merchandise photos for the website.