u/Ready_Cauliflower_67

So for context, met my wife 10 years ago. I was a cook, she was a business major. Her career path steered her towards $100k a year, I would make max $60k. I changed careers to an electrician, and we had to take in her family member, and was unable to work.

Union electrician in my city today makes $130k. We live in a lower cost state and rely solely on what I earn. Manage to buy a beater house for $255k, taking out a $200k loan. We’ve been scraping by for 5 years.

Mother’s Day I find out that her grandparents are going to give us her childhood home. $900k value, no mortgage, just $9k a year property tax. Now she’s comfortable going back to work, so I can devote whole paychecks to our mortgage and renovate.

This is cool, but I also found out that when the grandparents die, my wife will be the account holder for her grandparents financials, which amount to (what we can assume by family story) $1,250,000.

So in short, we went from low income, scraping by middle class, to eventually having gross $2,000,000 in the account.

I am a very proud person of my upbringing scraping by modestly, and I believe you get out what you put in. Tbh, I feel undeserving of the money, and will continue to drive used cars to work.

Anyone inherit a sum of money like this, and how did it change your life. Did you tell others? I don’t think I’ll tell many people, because I enjoy identifying as a blue collar, scrappy electrician who refuses to show up to a formal event if I can’t wear my jeans, blazer, and cowboy hat.

30M, married to my 31F wife, we’re raising her half sister. SIL talks to wife, says nothing to me.

Also, dealing with the feeling of social anxiety at my job.

We can talk about either one, depending on which one you might feel more prone to help with.

So I got into a car accident October 2, 2025. Fell asleep behind the wheel, crashed at full speed into the back of a truck at a dead stop. Got plates in my knee, elbow, hip, and almost lost my eye.

Thankfully, MIRACULOUSLY, I recovered well enough to return to my job as an electrician after 5 months. During my time out, I gladly quit drinking, just a cold quit. I used thc and melatonin to help sleep while I was out. I quit after a month at home because I didn’t want to have to be a slave to a gummy.

I returned to work, met some other people who were sober, but they’ve been sober for years. They don’t do anything except nicotine. I can’t quit nicotine either, so I smoke too.

My wife and I are very happy with the weight loss and energy gain from not drinking, and now she only drinks or has gummies rarely as well. So they’re readily available in my house.

I’m bored and want a thc gummy, I know my wife will say “that’s fine, you only wanted to quit drinking,” but in my mind I imagine like I’m asking people from work as well, that I have camaraderie with. And if I don’t tell them, I know it’ll somehow come up in conversation I did, and that’s like not being truthful.

I’m living two worlds of tolerance, I just need to beat this one-off craving tonight. I physically and mentally can’t handle disappointment from people at work that think I’ve turned a new leaf.

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Safe to say, you know that my life is a mess. You know what my family is going through. You know the troubles I bring into work sometimes. I’ve told you all of them. You’re like a mentor to me, a lifeline throughout my work day. I look up to you.

As I navigate my problems, I look to you, as someone who has dealt with them. You offer guidance, and an open hand to help me up when I feel down. I feel like in my own world outside of work, you equip me to deal with my problems, but it’s hard for me to equip the others in my personal orbit the same way.

If only you were in my personal orbit. If only the others could see the muse of my efforts. By Sunday, I feel defeated. I can’t wait for the morning shift when I can see you again, but I feel like my venting to you is a burden. That’s why I hold back until it is too much to bear.

When I say that work is like my second family, it’s the only family that I feel loved being a part of. My family at home, on the other hand, I feel a stranger.

In another time, another place, I wish I could have chosen to have both with you.

Having some discussions on the job about this 6 year old program that doesn’t seem like it’s going to go away. Just need someone who is familiar with it to explain to me what the hell a CW can actually do on a jobsite and if they can work overtime.