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Hi! I have a 7 month old F1 mini bernedoodle and we have had quite the ride with tummy issues. Around 3 months he was up every hour with diarrhea and then we cut out all chicken and it got better. For the last week, his nighttime diarrhea has come back and nothing in his feeding schedule has changed. We did have a house full of people for graduation so I don’t know if it’s just stress but he is solid all day and then at night it gets soft and if i am not around he will go in his cage which is completely out of the ordinary. Should I take him in for another vet visit even though they found nothing the first time? He’s eating, drinking, and behaving normally but my heart hurts for his tummy at night.

Hello, so I’m looking for some advice on this, other opinions, mostly for myself as everyone else who knows I did this doesn’t seem to think so, but I can’t help but feel guilty and awful for it.
So, my brother and his girlfriend were together for over 3 years, it was all long distance, they lived in other countries and would see each other twice a year 2 weeks at a time. During this time, his gf and I became really good friends, I’d consider us to be best friends tbh. My brother and I are also really close. His gf and I talk a lot, texting every day, playing games together etc. Over the past few months, his gf has been very open with me about her relationship with my brother, and it’s a shit show. He is very controlling and toxic. Having been and escaping from a toxic, controlling relationship myself, I felt for her, so as time went on, the more she told me about him and how he treats her, I eventually told her she should break up with him. At first, she was dead against this, she loves him too much blah blah blah, but a week ago, she did it. He hadn’t changed and it became too much for her, so she broke up with him. This was her decision however, having told her to do it multiple times I can’t help but feel responsible. My brother has no idea, he didn’t know we even talked about her relationship with him. The part that makes me feel like an asshole, is when my brother FaceTimes me to talk, which he does often, and I see the look on his face when he mentions her or things that have been said since the breakup, and then I feel so sorry for him and sad, it breaks my heart.
They kept in contact after the break up, up until yesterday when she finally blocked him because he was calling her a cheating whore because she got her hair cut, cheating even though they aren’t together… makes sense. He was saying she’d met someone new etc. Here I encouraged her to block him and she did. I was relieved. She was free. I am devastated for my brother.
There is so much more I could write in this post, I could go into detail about every single thing he did wrong in their relationship but I would be here all day. So I think based on the last “cheating whore” part, you might get a general sense of how it was.
So, AITAH?
Thank you for reading my post.

My dog ate a piece of underwear last Friday. It wasn’t a whole lot so we weren’t too concerned. He seemed okay, pooping, peeing, eating and drinking and chipper. Starting on Sunday he threw up his breakfast but then carried on fine and continued eating. He was being finicky with his food all day Monday and this morning but he eventually ate all of it happily. We did some food changes recently so we assumed maybe that was why. He’s continued to poop and pee and eat and drink otherwise fine and he’s still acting chipper.
I thought we were in the clear but he just threw up his food tonight (Tuesday) and had soft stools. Not diarrhea because they had shape but they were smooth. He can’t be blocked up because he’s been pooping, right? I’m honestly terrified something is really wrong with him and he’s going to need surgery and he’s an old dog and it’s just not going to be good. We spoke with his breeder and she said he seemed okay otherwise. But now that he threw up again I’m just so scared. I think I need to take him to the vet tomorrow but maybe I’m just overreacting. I’m borderline having an anxiety attack over it and jumping to conclusions so advice would be nice.
Edit: he’s eaten cloth like this before and he’s been fine that’s why we didn’t really take action when it initially happened on Friday

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. Annoying

• Takes illicit videos of my bb without my knowledge while she’s standing behind me, such as while I’m changing her diaper (sometimes with poop on her ass) wtf? I don’t want other people to see my baby in that vulnerable state….and sends it to everyone she knows
• Loud radio when I just put my baby to sleep, wakes her up so I have to put her to sleep again.
• Turns on the bedroom BRIGHT light multiple times a night while me and my baby are trying to sleep, which leads to us BOTH waking up at like 2am, 4am, etc
• Demands me to clean unnecessary things with her like the closet clutter that aren’t my mess nor belong to me.
• Is a clean freak and constantly bleaches and air sprays everything that isn’t safe for the baby
• Constantly asks me to put things away or take things out that she can do herself
• Says she can take care of the baby in the morning while I sleep some more, but then asks me to wake up prepare everything such as diaper, clothes,including moving the bassinet to another room, even as lasy as to ask me if she pooped instead of checking herself and then wakes me up an hour later so I can put the baby back to sleep..
• Puts choking hazard foods in her mouth (to taste) while she’s laying down on her back, like a chopped carrot
• Offers me a banana and then asks if i can put the banana in her mouth to feed her a taste
• When she’s laying down; she holds her from the chest up in mid air like an airplane which makes me uncomfortable because it makes me feel like she’s compressing her chest cage/cavity when she’s doing that
• She constantly nags about how I’m always feeding her and to “she’s not hungry. give her a break, she literally just ate hours ago.” When she actually is hungry and ends up finishing the bottle
• Constantly snitches behind my back to her mom (my MIL) “I can’t believe she’s feeding her, like, she just fed her.” And then stops when I walk in the room
• Says I’m spoiling my daughters’ mood when she cries
• Tells me that me what NOT to do, like leaving a tissue next to my daughter after wiping her spit and that it is a choking hazard and that I shouldn’t do dangerous things like that…when I wasn’t even done wiping her and as I’m still holding my daughter…
• Always asks to take my daughter when she’s crying when I’m literally holding her for the purpose of calming her down. Like no, I literally just picked her up. Let me have a minute with her at least.
• If I leave my daughter safely on the mat so I can go and quickly grab a diaper, she’s like “no, don’t leave her there. Give her to me.” And she’s literally on the next couch. Give her to you? Are you seriously that lazy? Just leave her on the mat, or pick her up yourself. I’ll be back in 7 seconds with a diaper. Jesus. I ended up saying “no” and picking her up taking her with me because I was so annoyed at her laziness.
• Tells me I shouldn’t let my daughter nap during day time (who’s clearly crying and overtired) and that she won’t be able to sleep at night. Bruh. It’s a 4 month old. They NEED naps.
• Constantly smokes in every room of the house

So much more. Soooo much more. I can’t stand her. I’m losing my mind.

I know a lot of people are afraid of death but nobody ever really likes to talk about it. I’m 19 & I have 2 kids , ever since I have had my kids I’m terrified. I think about death every single day so much that it’s starting to affect me & im starting to get anxiety/ insomnia thinking about it. I would say it’s not death that I’m afraid of but the fact I’ll be leaving my 2 kids behind when I go , but it is death that I’m afraid of I’m just scared of all of it. I’m very close with my kids & right now I’m in a state where I’m emotionally bonding with a lot of people where I’m also very emotionally attached to them too, I’m afraid of losing my people , my family , my kids it just bothers me so much , I understand it’s the circle of life & there’s nothing you can do to prevent it , but all I hope is that I’ll feel closure when I’m in my 70’s-80’s maybe , and everything will feel different then and my perspective on death will change. I try to look at everyday as a blessing but I’m just thinking about it all day everyday & it just bothers me , I get goosebumps & feel a nasty feeling like I’m shrinking or getting sucked in when I think about it & it hasn’t gotten better. The main thing that’s affecting me the most is just accepting the fact that one day you’ll go to sleep and just not wake up the next , nobody knows what happens after that, & then you just get buried or cremated and that’s it . You live your whole life just to die & nobody will ever know you or remember you after that except for your remaining family , then after they go , you’re just nothing. I just hope then when my time comes I’m ready & surrounded by everyone I love.

Hihi!
I’m posting here because I just got a response back from the Australian Ultra Violette customer service that they are not planning on launching their Clean Screen SPF 30 here in Canada. Before they opened their Canadian website, I had been buying from the Australian one without any issues. Their Clean Screen SPF 30 is my go to sunscreen for every day because of its texture and how gentle the formula is on my skin.
I have terrible terrible experiences with sunscreen because most of them sting my eyes, or just my whole face. Sometimes I will sweat and I will get this tingly feeling on my face because of the sunscreens I used. I have oily/combination but also dehydrated skin so most sunscreens will be too matte and drying or too greasy and shiny on my skin. Some will make my face super red (and not from the rubbing). I’m also super prone to getting clogged pores because of sun screen. Doesn’t matter if I use an oil cleanser at night or not, I will still get acne from the sunscreens because they happen through the day. Sometimes I can actually feel them forming. It didn’t ever matter if it was mineral or chemical, there was always some issue or other. It’s the only face product I was constantly changing before UV’s Clean Screen because it’s just so hard to find one.
UV’s Clean Screen works for me because it doesn’t have that stinging feeling around the eyes. It also doesn’t bother me when I sweat, no reaction at all or any tingling. It also has a semi-matte finish when it dries while still giving the skin a natural glow and liveliness that matte sunscreens can sometimes get rid of. It’s a super smooth gel texture that lays well and is great under makeup. I’ve never had any pilling issues with it either. Super minimal white cast on my skin too and no fragrance. No matter how much I layered it, it never became greasy or unmanageable which is something so rare in sunscreens. So practically a perfectly formulated sunscreen for my skin and one that I actually use and reapply every day. It’s the Goldilocks of sunscreen for me. It’s SPF 30, but the best sunscreen is always the one that you are able to use and that was it.
Now though, with the changes and UV selling in Sephora Canada and having a Canadian website, I can no longer get it shipped here which is actually devastating for me. I genuinely don’t know what to do because I’ll have to keep doing trial and error again to find a good every day sunscreen :(
If anyone has any substitute recommendations, something that’s available here in Canada that is similar, I would be super grateful.

Hello Everyone.
I’m being accused by my boss that I committed Job Abandonment and was told today he’s in the process of discussing this with HR.
On 5/10 I became severely overwhelmed due to 2 coworkers walking out, one quit, one left for hours. I had a mental breakdown, something I’ve never done in the 5 years I worked at this establishment. My boss was not present that day, so I left for the day and as soon as I got in my car I sent an email explaining I was leaving for the day due to being overwhelmed. I received an automated reply saying “I am out of office, bring any issues to [JOHN DOE]” So I forwarded my email to them and went home. An hour or so later [JOHN DOE] texted me and asked to confirm if I would be at work the next two days. 5/11 and 5/12. I replied with yes and that I only left for the day. I went to work both of these days. And followed my schedule.
A week prior to this I brought up alot of professional complaints due to recent changes made that affected the workflow and I texted this all to my boss, he responded by saying I should only email him. Regardless in that timespan no changes were made and this caused a lot of tension between coworkers and myself resulting in what happened on 5/10.
On 5/14 I received a call from my boss once he returned to work with him saying he wants me to confirm that I had let no one know and that I abandoned my job and wanted me to confirm this. I tried explaining to him that no, I did Infact inform who I was suppose to, and he said that I didn’t let them know and he’s in talks with HR about this and that before this week is over I will receive a call moving forward.
I have emails and text to prove this is not true.
Where do I go from here? Please help.

My cute dog (American Cocker Spaniel) will pass soon. He already had a bad start when he was still with his mom (inexperienced breeder). He spend the first few weeks in the hospital. Some of his brothers and sisters didn’t make it, but he did. When we had our first check up the vet told us that his lungs are not in a very good shape. The rest of his body was fine with the exception of his teeth which were close together and had some plague already.
During the years we encountered some problems. After weeks of searching what is happening we found he has an severe longterm allergy for beef. We eliminated everything which contains beef, they are everywhere even in Salmon Biscuits… after the elimination it went ok and we even got a second dog.
Everything was going well. He had some problems with teeth (bad shape, due to bad start and medicine there) and his temper like food protection or barking at cars / bikes, but it was fine and he got a good checkup every year including titer tests which were always ok. His health started to decline in the summer of 2023. He started limping on his front feed and was eating worse. We also noticed 2-3 weird spots on his skin which seems like hotspots. The vet told he was a bit heavy, he had a stiff neck and his intestines were a bit puzzled. A few sessions of acupuncture, good washing and balanced diet could help him, and it did help him for a few weeks.
In the winter his health suddenly declined and the weird spots on his skin increased and expanded over his entire body with crusts. He was losing a lot of hair. After a few vet visits, some medicine and some tests we discovered that he was highly allergy for almost everything you could imagine. This was a big message for me and my wife as it would mean we should change in the house a lot while we also have a other dog who lived the same life in perfect health. We switched to special hypoallergenic dog food of Hills so he does not react on that food and keep the other dog on his current food. We had to lock both pets apart and clean up where the other pet and also where we ate so he can’t get any other food in his stomach.
This worked for a few weeks. He remained happy when someone is home, we went to the forest or beach regularly and if I leave the house I always wants to be back as soon as possible to see my family again. I mainly work from home, so the two pets are always around and I have a deep emotional connection with them.
Unfortunately, the spots came back rapidly and he was shaking a lot. His teeth’s were also declining rapidly and his movement worsened that he could jump on the couch anymore and the stairs are done step for each step. We shifted from dexamethasone to Prednisone to see any difference, but recently we came to the conclusion that this and other treatments are not giving the results we and the vet wants. I was still looking for possible solutions, but my wife (had dogs in the past) and vet intervened that he is sick and everything we are doing could at the best only suppress symptoms, we were not making him better. The vet said we were doing everything right on food, health etc. But basically his immune system is failing and not doing what it is supposed to do.
This week we decided to put him down. He will get his final rest next Saturday, on his fifth birthday. I’m devastated and keep crying that it is going to happen. Never had a pet during my youth and I’m just worried about the gap of the unconditional love he will leave. I’m also worried about my second dog who never has been alone and plays a lot with him and what this change will do with him.
While I’m writing this, my dog is sitting next to me and shaking, but he has a lot of moments where it all looks good (with exception of the skin/fur) and he seems enjoying life now. I find it very difficult he is passing at such a young age and weird thoughts are going through my mind if i could have prevented this, do things differently or anything to expand his time here with us. I feel defeated that I couldn’t help him anymore. During the good times I keep on thinking to call off the euthanasia, but then what… wait until he has a very bad or very painful day?
No matter what, I love him and keep carrying the awesome memories and the times he dragged me and my wife through really hard times in my heart. But the grief that he will be gone soon…This is the worst I’ve ever felt in my life…

If you could’ve seen my mom in July, you honestly would’ve thought that we were going to lose her. She was diagnosed with stage four metastatic breast cancer that had spread to her skin bones and lungs. Now if you see my mom you wouldn’t even know she has cancer and she isn’t doing chemo right now. Just hormone blockers.
You want to build your immune system up. I had her taking, zinc, quercetin, vitamin D, to keep her immune system up. And we bought an ozone generator on Amazon for $50 and make ozone water. Ozone is an activated more concentrated oxygen and when you’re sick your body sometimes lacks oxygen, making it harder for your organs to function. So drinking the ozone infused water helps your body function. My mom said the first thing she noticed when she started drinking the ozone water was that she had more energy, she was using the bathroom more often, which I think mean her organs were functioning better and she was sleeping better. If you’ve heard of hyperbolic chambers that’s ozone. Oxygen therapy.
Another thing she started to do was drink organic soursop tea leaves. Supposedly the soursop fights cancer cells and she was drinking it daily. Along with taking apricot kernels every once in a while supposedly the cyanide in the apricots does something to the cancer. When my mom started doing this stuff she gradually continued to get better. it was around the time when she stopped chemo too after the first round because her lungs were filling up with liquid. So she has only been on hormone blockers and this regiment and we saw a huge improvement. But what the big game changer was when we learned that cancer is extremely acidic and we had to make sure my mom practiced an alkaline diet but we started to implement a baking soda and water with lemon and drinking it.
Sounds crazy right? Well here’s the science. Cancer is acidic at pH 5.5. This treatment is Alkaline pH8.5..to neutralize!
1/2 a squeezed lemon, in a cup…add 2/3 tsp of alkaline: baking soda not arm and hammer that contains aluminum buy bobs red mills baking soda.
It will fizz, quickly add water and drink!
This is alkaline pH8.5 when consumed.
Do 2x day, 3 if your strong! Drink at least 30 minutes before or after meals, to not clash with digestive acids. Do for 2 weeks, then stop for 5 days. For body to adjust. Then. Repeat process!
Buy PH test strips and you test yourself in the morning and in the evening, once your PH levels get to 7.4 alkaline stop the drink until your PH levels drop again.
This has definitely worked as my mom’s thriving and people don’t even think she’s sick now when they see her. It is possible! You have to heal your body. Another good thing is to take one teaspoon of magnesium hydroxide powder add to seltzer water, shake it and place in fridge for 30 mins after 30 mins shake it again, keep in fridge for 8 hours, then you can consume. Don’t shake anymore and avoid white setiement at the bottom.
They say that when you’re deficient in magnesium the cancer progresses quickly. And magnesium strengthened the T cells against cancer cells it helps fight off the cancer!!
she has been taking digestive enzymes. Digestive enzymes is what helps break down your food and we believe that it helps break down the cancers as well. Once she is feeling crappy we make sure she does a coffee enema cleanse to get the toxins out her body. Look into Nicholas Gonzalez studies on digestive enzymes.
Another thing she does she had in the beginning a golf ball sized tumor on her chest and it has noticeably shrunk more than half.. it’s nearly flat.
My mom is thriving while we still have a long way to go but I am telling you the things we are doing are working! And cancer treatments is a billion dollar business so they don’t really help people!! Just cutting out the cancer and not changing anything about the way you’re living you have high risks of dealing with it over and over again! Our bodies are meant to heal ourselves if you just give it the right tools to do it. Look into Barbara oneil she talks a lot about these types of methods. IT WORKS! There’s hope! Don’t give up!
You’re seeing this message for a reason, please spread this info far and wide because big pharma and the government want to poison us and keep us sick! I’m not saying be anti all cancer treatments but HEAL YOUR BODY and find what works!
Good luck, Godspeed.

Wanting to upgrade my grinder but trying to work out what is best is a bit of an endless wormhole, so looking for advice/recommendations.
Current setup is Bambino Plus and Timemore C3S hand grinder - grinding by hand is not an issue, but the Timemore isn’t stepless so I’m constantly finding I can’t dial in beans to the level I’d want, as I find myself needing a grind size in between steps on the Timemore.
Based in the UK (near London if it makes a difference), ideally budget would be around £200-250 - single dosing and stepless are non negotiables, noise/size isn’t that much of a concern. I’d like to get an electric grinder, but if there’s a considerably better hand grinder around I wouldn’t be against it. If it would make a world of difference then would be willing to go to the £300-350 mark.
I’ve looked at the Fellow Opus (but reviews seem mixed for espresso use?) and DF64, and ruled out the Baraza ESP as it isn’t stepless, but other than that am not really sure what the best bet would be.
Would be used for 2-4 espresso drinks a day (either long blacks or iced lattes), and a plus would be if it’s easy to change and use for V60 (but not necessary as I will be keeping the Timemore so can always stick with that for pourover)
TIA

Hi. I didn’t think I’d be the person to say this, but I believe some doctors were right when they told me my pain is going to be less intense if I get pregnant.
My journey with endometriosis started maybe 10 years ago. I’m 30 now. The first 4-5 years I didn’t care so much bc the symptoms were pretty mild. I only have pains between ovulation and the first day of my period. A lot of doctors dismissed my problems, saying it can’t be endo because I don’t have a heavy flow and painful periods (which is totally untrue btw). They never knew what the problem is, but they kept telling me getting pregnant will solve all my issues magically 🙄 Long story short, after ~3 years of ttc, I got pregnant without assistance. I found out this year in January (when I also found a doctor who referred me to an mri and got my endo finally diagnosed) Ever since being pregnant, my pain got milder and milder. I had serious issues when I orgasmed, I always felt like my insides were tearing apart. It went away after 20 minutes. Now, there’s a small discomfort which goes away in 1-2 minutes. I have no idea if it will come back after I give birth, but I’m really enjoying this moment because I’ve read that for a lot of women, the pain is the same or worse during a pregnancy

My wife seems hell bent on always putting in half the effort when it comes to ownership of things/ chores getting done . It’s like a constant good enough attitude mantra with her. I am the opposite. I am type A. I get it. Some people hate type A. But she hide this half effort side of her well when we were dating. I love her and I would not divorce over this issue but I need advice.
I can handle her half ass things attitude until it affects us financially. And my plate is full with the chores and things I do around our house already. And strongly feel I should not have to do it all.
For example: she handles the pool. We have a pool service but I’m the one who is always calling and getting something with the pool fixed, new filter, following up when they never showed etc.
She said she would take of it, as in handle all things pool, but then doesn’t. And this actually happens alot.
Example 2: To fight property taxes in my state you fill out a form stating why you think the amount should be lower or lowered. Typical examples include house maintenance left to do, condition of fencing, foundation issues, etc. and include the bids you’ve gotten from service people and include current photos. This year she filed the tax form 2 days before the deadline and unlike all other times didn’t bother to include any photos or any bid documentation. She only bullet pointed out a few things on a list and couldn’t be bothered to attached anything. But then acted so surprised when the property people emailed back only 1 day later (they usually take 30 days or more) to say here’s what they think about value and ignored our form feed back.
Do I feel this has to do with her lack of adding/attachin the bids and photos? HELL YES.
But when I tried having a very calm conversation about this she got very defensive and said it didn’t say we “had to include them” and blamed me for accusing her of doing it wrong. But when I said can I see what you bullet she said why do you have to see it?
Some of these arguments are just part of married life but have any of you found a way to change this in your partner? To get them to care more or try harder? It’s draining.

-Jack
Every kid growing up in Gympie in the early 90- 2000s knew about the Love Tunnel.
The love tunnel was located over the hill from the skatepark on the Riverbank. It was a massive storm water drain filled with spray paint and lore unbound throughout the generations; the glowing dick, whose name is the furthest in, the people who live inside, the bull shark that lived under the bridge just outside, all that fun stuff.
It collapsed in the late 2000’s in a flood and was eventually rebuilt, but it was all fancy, modern, safe and not the same. Back in the day it had decades of graffiti, crumbling cement, jagged metal pole framing bent and jutting out from the sides. You know, real character.
I remember when I was just a kid at the skatepark and I spotted a bunch of other kids at the metal grating of a drain. I joined them and gazed down a few metres to some older teenagers, they had trekked through this “love tunnel” under the massive hill all this way. Badass I thought. LEGENDARY.
I talked about it at school, about this mysterious “love tunnel”. It was in view from the road when I crossed the bridge everyday on my daily commutes from the backseat of mums car.
I would gaze down at the weir and see the top of the love tunnel, sliightly hidden from view by a hill. It fascinated me.
I learned all these mysterious tales; this person slept with this person there, someone took a dump at the entrance and some other girl stood in it and now she had a nickname, someone found needles, another found a homeless woman and she screamed at them. I was pumped for the next weekend. I was going to go see it for myself.
I saw too much.
Early Saturday morning I was riding my push bike through town and toward destination adventure! I started out at the skatepark, met up with a few of the regulars, a mix of 5-19y/o everyone on the half pipes and ramps had a code of comrady that I've never found in a public place anywhere else and you always had someone to hang with.
My usual crew slowly arrived through the morning, a bunch of other 10/11 year old misfits like myself and we headed on our first place on our journey, Hungry Jacks. Now we never technically stole, we found a loophole…
One or two would order a stunner meal, then we'd take privilege of the free refills and fill up the empty plastic 4L juice jugs that we all had prepped in our backpacks. Coke and red Fanta for days.
So we got our supplies and headed behind HJ, past the volleyball courts and headed down a bush track down to the river.
We walked along the banks to loop back down to where the bridge was, we passed a few teenagers fishing and a couple other groups of kids swinging from rope swings into the water or huddled in groups smoking things they shouldn't.
We eventually arrived at the weir and the stormwater drain that I had been so intrigued by. The Love Tunnel.
Climbing up the hill and seeing it up close when you were just a tiny human. It was like staring into the dark abyss of hell.
There was a small stream of water flowing out of the big grey cylinder and it was covered in multicolored quotes and crude pictures that was very eye opening at the time.
Our voices echoed as one by one we climbed up the grassy, eroding clay edging that was the makeshift path into the mouth that probably changed each time it rained. Each of us had pulled out clumps of grass that we thought were handholds. If you fell, you fell down an embankment of slippery jagged rocks poking out from the fast flowing river.
So were inside and began to walk a couple of metres in then around us the light abruptly disappeared into complete darkness. And I remember the way the sounds traveled you could feel it through your chest it was mesmerizing.
I remember bravely stepping into the darkness and taking five or six steps in. That thick darkness was something else, I ran myself back to that entrance and light, heart pounding from the adrenaline.
This turned into a game of who could go in the furthest. This stopped when one of the boys screamed out from the darkness in pain.
He was back in the light teary eyed a few moments later wet on one side and feigning a laugh. He'd slipped down and cut open his knee, it was hilarious. We teased him saying he was going to get gangrene and leprosy and a myriad of other ailments we had no idea actually was.
We decided to bail, we forgot torches, we didn't plan that part out too well, and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon being little menaces.
We met the next day with a game plan, we had an array of various sized torches, from small ones that didn't do anything, one of those giant rectangle ones that was our main light source, a couple of handheld ones, one which flickered and the other stopped working before we even got into the tunnel.
We got in safely and tested out our torches and began walking into the unknown. It was pretty much the same as before, but there were strange things, old makeshift bongs, shopping bags, random shoes, a shopping trolley, a mattress that was all moldy and rotted. I still to this day do not understand how people managed to get that shit in there.
We passed a section where someone had thrown a can of red paint all over the walls, the amount of those ‘S’ symbols was more terrifying.
We saw light up ahead, we were passing our first grate. It was kind of daunting looking up towards it. Even getting on each other's shoulders we couldn't reach. There was an array of broken beer bottles and glass was everywhere, under the grate was a dead snake amongst some debris.
We had a debate whether to go further, we ended up going on at least until the next grate, we came to a fork, one seemed like a smaller offshoot so we stuck to the bigger side.
There were more offshoots and we came to a part where the big pipes split off into three under another grate. We gazed up hoping to get an identifier of our location, but all we could see was blue. We called out to see if we could get anyone's attention.
“Cooooweeee” we shouted in unison, the sound echoing in all directions.
We were laughing and having a grand time until something shouted back, something that still shakes me to my core to this day.
Some yobbo crackhead chick in her fifties with this ratty pink tank top that was all stretched half showing her saggy titties. “What the fuck you think you little cunts doing down here.” This chick screeched at us through her few teeth or something along the lines of that. She just exploded at us with a barrage of threats.
We were shocked silenced moving together to make one mass.
One of the boys screamed when a skinny guy emerged from the darkness. He was covered in tattoos with scraggly hair and a beard, he was all crazy eyed and pantless.
Someone yelled out to run and it was all the motivation we needed.
We could hear them screaming and the guy ran after us, we heard glass shattering behind us, they must have thrown a bottle. We were legging it.
We got split up in our running, I fell down, tripping over some rubbish, one mate stayed back to help me, this left us without a torch. We came across the same kid who slipped over yesterday, he had slipped down again cutting open his other knee. He wore those with badges of honor at school, but he was blubbering like a baby at this point.
He had the flickering torch and it disoriented us more than helped, as it turned on and off every time he took a step. I thought we were lost but we found the other grate, then eventually the entrance.
The others were already climbed down, we were soon by their side panting in the grass and wiping away our tears so the others couldn't see.
We ran back over to the skatepark and immediately told every kid we saw.
That was the wildest shit we had ever experienced. Sure we’d seen crazy up on the street but to have it jump out at you from the shadows in a storm water drain was next level.
By that night one of the other boys had spilled to his parents about our escapades and a couple of other mums got phone calls, three got in trouble, two of us didn't, including me.
I never stepped foot back in that tunnel, I swam at the weir more times than I could count afterwards though and never encountered anyone else too sketchy.
I think only a year or two later I saw on the news people dying in storm water drains somewhere else in Aus, we never realized how dangerous they could be back then. Lol.
Every party or get together afterwards it was a crowd favorite to bring up. It was a good conversation starter and joined the tales amongst my friends of the weird shit that happens in ‘Helltown’.
Growing up and looking back they were probably just homeless drug addicts freaked out from a bunch of children's voices yelling out coooweee from the underground where they thought they were alone. That would have scared the shit outta me if I was them.
Good times.
.VJ
Tl:Dr kids go into storm water drain and find creepy couple who scream at them.

my lab is keeping skin issues. super bad dandruff, losing his hair. We’ve tried salmon oil, tried a oatmeal bath, tried adding oils into his food- changed his food. NOTHING is helping. the vet is saying he’s fine!
he’s not fine, he’s losing his hair, he has an awful spot on his neck & the dandruff and hair loss is realllllly bad.. not to mention he is keeping a bad odor on his skin and paws.
What can i do for him?! the vet is not listening!

There was this situation that bothered me and I'm wondering if I'm unreasonable here or if me being annoyed by this is justified.
It was in this campaign that mostly takes place in one specific town where our characters live, so they are not traveling a lot but have a home and their own rooms, whereby it’s not necessary for them to always carry all their belongings with them. We are a small group of three people with two PCs having a noble background and my PC basically not having any money. This is also not a setting where the characters often get the chance to acquire large amounts of money. My character then acquired several hundred gold pieces, which to him is a LOT of money. To me it was completely obvious that he wouldn’t walk around with a pouch containing several hundred GP. I had decided that he would usually just carry 10 GP and keep the rest safely stashed in his room. I kept track of that in my notes but did not put it anywhere in his character sheet because I did assume the money in the inventory was simply the money he owned and not necessarily the money he kept on his person. (Dndbeyond doesn't have an option to make a distinction there.) One time our characters did travel somewhere and I told the dm that my character would take 100 GP with him. I only said it but again did not note that in the character sheet. During that adventure my character walked through a portal that caused him to lose all money and gemstones he was carrying, including what was left over of the 100 GP he had been carrying.
Then one day my character’s money pouch got stolen while he was at the market. I shrugged it off and was like “That’s annoying but there were only a few gold pieces in there, so it could be worse”. But then the dm told me that no, ALL his money had been in the purse, since I had not stated otherwise in the character sheet. I said that made absolutely no sense, why would my character carry all his money with him? Of course he would keep it safe in his room. The eventually decided that my character had only carried half of his money with him, so I was allowed to let keep half.
I wasn't happy with the solution but accepted it because I didnt want to cause an argument and derail the session. But it still bothered me.
What annoys me about this is that sometimes it seems to be super important what is in the character sheet and other times it’s not. If they made a point of it being very important to them to have everything accurate in the character sheet and they expect us to keep track of everything 100% all the time, then I would have been like “Damn, that was an oversight on my part. I get it, I messed up here”. But to me it seems so random when something is supposedly important and when it’s not. There have been instances where they berated me for not having a certain weapon equipped (when I was still very new to combat) and then another instance they explicitly said equipping weapons in the character sheet wasn't important and it didn't matter.
There could be a possibility that they told me somewhere along the way to put the money stuff in the character sheet in the future that I don't remember. But even in case they did it still wouldn't feel right to me because they CONSTANTLY forget stuff, like incorporating homebrew stuff into the game and then not adding it on dndbeyond after being reminded several times. I am very understanding of them not always remembering things, so it doesn't sit right with me for them to not be understanding when I (possibly) forget something and make it have negative consequences for my character.
If I were the dm I would just trust my players to be honest about this. If I were a player who is known to cheat, the kind of person who would decide their character carries all their money but then upon hearing that it was stolen would suddenly pretend that their character of course would only carry a small amount… then I would understand why the dm would decide that way.
But I am the opposite of that. It is very important to me for things to be realistic. So even if everyone at the table had been aware that my character usually only carries 10 GP, if I had decided that on that specific day my character would have taken 300 GP extra with him because he wanted to buy something specific later that day, I would have reacted with “Oh no! He took 300 GP today! And now it’s all gone!!”. Even if I had not mentioned that he had taken 300 GP or that he planned on buying something and could totally get away with just changing it and not mentioning it. But I don’t do that. I’m honest about this kind of thing and I feel like the dm should know that. I even reminded the dm of a specific magic item that my character was carrying when something happened that I feared would affect the item. An item which I was very worried about my character losing. And still I mentioned it being there because if it’s there, it’s there. Cannot change that.
So to me it just seems random and petty and like I’m being punished for not explicitly stating something in the character sheet.
I can live with both the character sheet having to be 100% accurate and with it not mattering. But it sometimes having to be accurate and sometimes not and me apparently having to know when which applies and getting punished when I don't magically know that just really bothers me.
Am I being petty and unreasonable here? Is that just how the game is and my dm was justified in deciding that way, or is it understandable that this bothered me?
Tl;dr DM decided all my character’s money was stolen from his pouch despite me saying that my character doesn’t carry all his money with him. DM said since I didn’t explicitly state that in the character sheet they’ll go by the assumption that my character carries all his money and therefore it’s gone. Sometimes they say the character sheet has to be accurate and other times they say it doesn't matter, so it seems very random to me. They also constantly forget stuff and I am very understanding of that, so I feel like they’re being petty and unjustly punishing me for failing to put something in the sheet.

She's 23 I'm 21 this is both our second relationship, I've been getting worried because her dad has been talking about moving to south Carolina and she is going as well. I love her a lot and want to eventually marry this women and if we have to do long distance it is what it is. I try and make every kiss count, every hug, every day we hang out count because I know at any moment she could be gone or a long distance away. She had told me I'm more than welcome to come with her, I would take her up on this offer in a heartbeat but I don't know...
She keeps talking about moving to south Carolina and I'm just here getting sad not knowing what I want to do. I would like to move down there with her, we could probably get our own place as well eventually. It's a year from now and i'm serious about getting my life started with this woman away from home. It just worries me because it's a big change and something I'm willing to commit to if she is as well. I don't want to let this go, we ment for a reason and have always been so close to each other without knowing how close we actually where. We've got a really strong connection and love that I'm not willing to let go. She said probably not at first but I'm more than welcome to come.
I think my next plan is get money saved up as much as possible and then when she moves down I can go with her and we can start our life down there. We would both be leaving family here but it's something we have both expressed we want to do together.

Some context I am F 18 and my boyfriend is M 18 this happened on May 12.
When me and my boyfriend first got together my one and only condition was no drinking. I absolutely hate drinking and I hate what it does to people. My dad was an alcoholic and I already have many of his traits so I am personally scared that if I drink I’ll have the same reaction to alcohol as him. So after explaining this to my now boyfriend he agreed and said he doesn’t really want to drink anyway and agrees to not drink anymore. This week we went on vacation with many of his old friends and people I didn’t really know too well for prom. He hadn’t really talked to these people in about a year almost two since we got together. His mom (who I can’t stand and also abuses alcohol) was also there along with some other parents. The first night was good we had fun and enjoyed ourselves without drinking.
The next day was prom and after getting ready and pictures we left for the dance. While there one of the boys at the beach house we were staying at asked my boyfriend if he would be drinking (btw this boy calls himself Rrezzy and has no future plans.) After being asked that my boyfriend told “Rrezzy” to ask me when he did I said no and that was that. My boyfriend didn’t say anything to me until I asked if he wanted to he said no then I asked if he was lying and he said yes. I got upset because why would he want to drink, he said he would give it up if we got together and I thought he was having fun being sober with me. If he did end up drinking he would have went back on his word and I would be the only sober person there. On the way back to the beach house we didn’t say a word to each other and I didn’t see him for a little when we got back. I then got a text from him saying he was going to drink.
I asked why and started crying I said we were going to break up if he drinks which he knew because i had told him that would happen before we even got together. He said “Then we are going to break up” and I started crying even more. It felt like he was choosing drinking and partying over me with people he didn’t even know anymore. I walked inside and saw him sitting on the couch with his drunk ass mom. I then walked outside to the front porch and told him to come outside so we could talk in person. After maybe 15 minutes of talking he was unsure if he would drink or not. His mom then came outside and I walked down the stairs because I didn’t want to be around her. I was still in earshot and heard them talking she was saying how we should just break up and how I’m not the one and I can’t handle him leaving ( he’s going to college soon 5 hours away.) After she left I went back up and asked what he was going to do and he said we are breaking up then went inside.
I started panicking and crying when I tell y’all I broke down I’m not being dramatic he’s my person and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I went inside after a little and saw him standing next to his mom by the alcohol I started crying and went into the other room so people didn’t see. After about 40 minutes I texted him to come to that room and when he did he smelled of alcohol. I told him I changed my mind and wanted to still be together I’m fine with him drinking if it is what he wanted to do. He didn’t respond then I asked if he even wanted to be together before all this happened. He said no and that he doesn’t want to date anymore. I tried to convince him to just talk to me and we can figure it out. He stayed but said some horrible things. He started saying how he always thinks about breaking up with me and cheating on me. He started crying and said I shouldn’t be with him and that he’s a horrible person he kept saying how he wants to go party with girls while I’m not around. After about 30 minutes of that he laid down and was still crying I was trying to help calm him down and he did after awhile.
He ended up saying how he still wanted to be together and he wouldn’t drink again. The next morning we were talking about it and he said he was sorry and that he is just scared of leaving. I forgave him and we are still dating today. I just cannot forget about everything he said he explained that he just said it because he was mad and upset but I just cannot forget about it.
I really don’t know what to do and I’m just so confused. We’ve already talked about it for three days now but anything he says just doesn’t help ease my mind. And I can’t just keep bringing it up because it makes him veryyyyyy upset when I do. I just need any and all advice on how to move forward.

Before I moved in to that house, my roommate was a fairly good friend because she was close to my ex who had recently passed from a heart condition. We got close while grieving his passing and felt a responsibility to help when we could. I had blessings coming in by the multitude and asa Buddhist I must give to receive or lose even more than having. She fell back into active addiction and since she put her home in her mom's name during her divorce 3-4 years prior, her mom was threatening to kick her out if changes weren't made because she has been covering all the taxes and living expenses of her and her then boyfriend, who lived with her at that time. I offered her a job working for me and offered to help with bus fare and provide lunch on days she worked. Her relationship was getting pretty toxic and she worked 2 days, asked to be advanced for 4 more days she never worked, and stopped answering my messages entirely. It out the blue 2 months later she reached out and I told her I was moving out because my lease wasn't getting renewed and had to pick where I wanted to move to and fast. She told me she wanted him out and was going to get a TPO so he couldn't fight her on leaving and wanted to be able to sell his tools and things as"revenge for the abuse she suffered". I didn't agree with that but agreed to support her and her keep her safe. She begged me to move in to help reinforce him needing to stay away. I ignorantly accepted and moved in to her 2nd bedroom. The 2nd day there we sat down and hashed out the details with her mom who at the time said "sounds like you ladies know what you're doing so I'll leave you to it." She let her mom come by every day it seemed like but the home was "good thing she's not your landlord or we'd be screwed!" After her ex stayed away a while she got bored or lonely, not quite sure which. She tracked him down and has him over while I was working one night. I was furious as he JUST burned his friends house down to the ground and caught him trying to pour my diffuser oils on paper and they had burn marks on them like he wanted to set my room in fire. I told her I wanted nothing to do with her being around him and want happy that he was there. So he stole my house key while sleeping. No matter how many times I asked, I couldn't get them to give me another one after that. That led to me having to stay at hotels I would walk to when I couldn't get inside and had only 5 or 6 hours before my next double shift. One day coming home she stopped him walking away from the house as we were pulling up so she pulled up next to him and invited him over. I got mad and went inside after pulling up to the house and packed a bag to go stay with my boyfriend who I had to make leave after she asked him to move in too but we went with it and wasn't one of the big problems. I feel asleep early and woke up to ask kinda of messages about her not narcaning him but thinks she should. She thought he might not be breathing but then sent memes and made some jokes. This man couldn't stand opiates, he hated her doing them and was the heart of what they broke up over. He despised them and wouldn't have willing done fentanyl when you couldn't get him to take a Vicodin after pulling his wisdom teeth. He was on life support for 4 days and his family took him off when time he was brain dead from losing oxygen for so many hours. She was a licensed nurse. She knew what to do and how to help him. She said so many times. She's proud she did it and that terrified me. Not enough to destroy my spiritual livelihood and lie and cover up such serious violations. Her mom called me twice during the week he was on life support and once after. 2 days after I refused the last time to give the story of him being on drugs already, her Mom busted into my room and screamed at me demanding for me wake up and come to the living room immediately. She told me I was to get out immediately because I broke in when I was locked out and used my bedroom window to get in and left the house unsecured 2 times that she found when she came by to "check on things". I knew that's not how things in the real world go so I just avoided her and paid my rent as usual. Turns out earlier that day she went and filled for an eviction and had worked out with her daughter how to hide it. She was to remove all notifications and not mention anything so I would keep paying and wouldn't take my belongings and she could make money or keep them if she wanted like she got to do with her ex's things. She has most everything he owned on marketplace 24 hours after he passed. Online the court even notes that "service made to: adult female roommate" and labeled it "successful service" even though she was operating with a huge conflict of interest and nobody questioned it. I lost my job as she was hired by me to transport me back and forth. I couldn't afford hotels very long. I lived in abandoned houses. I'm back in hotels on vouchers now. I'm working and saving for a car to get a better job and get around. I got my cats back from her 6 months after but with wings and scabs on the one she didn't like. Obviously she abused her and I had to pay her to give them back in that condition. My other cat is pregnant but an indoor cat so I guess she let her out anyways. I was sent a message that my things that were left would be placed at the road at a specific time and told to come get what I wanted it it was going to the trash. When I showed up I was meet with police and her video recording me and my helpers in our faces taunting me about being on welfare and wanted to know where my free lawyer was because I would need one when she sues me for storage fees when I was refused the ability to retrieve my belongings 4 times prior. I set up mediation and she started and then ended it 10 minutes in. Nothing has been done about the murder. I still have all the proof and evidence. As well as witnesses. I feel like they are getting away with murder AND so much more. I was left without so much as a cell phone or transportation. I slept in streets. I have trauma from this crap and I'm overwhelmed with what to even to after her for. There's nothing legal about any of this whole situation. At one point when I was allowed to get a few things but not much, her mother drive right beside me while I carried my things tormenting me and laughing at me for being homeless and poor because "i was learning who I was f*ing with and getting the consequences for it". She literally said "bet you wish you would change your story now, didn't Cha?" NOBODY HAS EVEN TAKEN A STATEMENT FROM ME!! there's no story told as of now. Am off this was done preemptively. And no lawyers claim to take care like mine. Where the heck do I turn then? Am I just left to accept this because they have money and were able to take all mine? I'm in Ohio btw. This was September of 23