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TIFU by accepting a project 6 months ago

6 months ago, in an effort to gain freelance clients and have a side hussle I accepted a huge software project for what is definitely less than its worth budget.

It was my first project at that scale, i did some bad decisions admittedly that ended up in me late for the deadline, and forced to work on it myself with the developers instead of just managing it like i initially wanted.

I already have another full time job, im burnt out as fuck, i live every day in anxiety fearing my client will be upset because we are late on deliverables. And my wife just told me i have been throwing negativity and complaining about this project for months now and i realized shes right and i hate myself for taking it.

the client already paid half the agreed amount, all of which currently covers the developers fees, i wish more than anything i could throw whats done so far to my client, tell her i dont want the rest of the money and go back to being happy and relaxed in life. this project literally ruined the past 6 months of my life and theres about 3 months to go.

I do other smaller scale freelancer that im normally happy with but this was hell. I hate that im stuck in having to see it through when all i want is to quit it.

TL;DR I thought i was being witty and smart by taking huge projects and just ended up ruining my life and negatively impacted the people around me

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