Bathroom shower door

I (32F) like to sleep in on weekends if I don’t have anything going on. (I’m talking usually 9:30, rarely 10. very, very rarely would it be any later than 10.) I wake up at 7AM for work on weekdays. My boyfriend (34M) moved in with me in January, we’ve been together almost 2 years. He can’t sleep in, ever and is up at 7AM every day. This was a bit of a point of contention early in our relationship but more in a “oh one of us is a morning person and one of us isn’t” way.
To be clear, if he says like oh let’s grab breakfast tomorrow say 9, I will say yes and be up at 8 to go, same with any other plans. I’m only sleeping in if I have no plans. And it’s honestly rare that there are no plans. Maybe 2-3 times a month.
The issue has become that on those days, he’ll come wake me up at whatever time he deems appropriate for me to get up for the reason he’s waking me up. Examples: “We’d better get going, we’ve got to meet our friends at 11.” I check the clock and it’s 8:50. Yes, we have plans to meet them at a place 15 mins away… “Hey can you get up and help me unload the groceries?” It’s 9AM. What groceries? I got groceries 2 days ago.. he went to the store and got 12 items and wants me to get up to help put them away. “It’s time to get moving, babe, we should take the dogs to the dog park” it’s 9:15. Why can you not wait 15 minutes until I am up?
I will clearly state the night before my intention. I don’t have anything going on tomorrow morning, I’m going to sleep in. Or if there are plans I will state what time I’m setting my alarm for. “Im getting up at 830 so we can do XYZ” Even then, without fail, he will wake me up 15-30 mins before my alarm is set. I get irritated every time and ask why he can’t trust me to determine what time I wake up. I’ve asked him if I’m running late and stressing him out or something and he always says no. When I ask why he can’t let me sleep in he will just give the reason for why he woke me up that particular day. It’s starting to feel intentional and sort of manipulative?
This really came to a head on Sunday. I’d spent most of Saturday cleaning the house and prepping food for a Mother’s Day lunch we were having for both our Moms. Going to bed that night I said I’m glad that’s all out of the way, we just have to pop the food in the oven half an hour before they get here, I’m so excited I can sleep in until 10, it’s gonna be so nice! He replied “totally!” Sunday morning he wakes me up by gently flicking my nose and saying time to get going, we have people coming today” I look at the clock and it’s 9. I absolutely lost it, I started crying and went to the bathroom. When I came down an hour later he said you can’t act like that because you didn’t get an hour of extra sleep that’s childish. I asked why the hell he couldn’t let me have the extra hour of sleep? It’s not gonna take me 3 hours to shower and put food in the oven? Why can’t he just let me sleep until an alarm I set goes off? And don’t ever fucking flick me on the nose to wake me up again that’s so incredibly rude. He made a comment about how I’m obviously grumpy because I didn’t get enough sleep and I told him that I need him to really think about why he does this and come talk to me when he’s ready. We had a fine enough Mother’s Day and then he has avoided really speaking to me since.
I sat him down last night and asked if he thought about what I said and he told me he thinks I overreacted and that he’s trying to be helpful when he wakes me up. I said I’ve asked him to stop doing this so why would he think it was helpful? He just shrugged and I was getting irritated and didn’t want to push it. I feel like I’m going insane.
TL;DR because it needs one, clearly. BF won’t let me sleep in past whatever time he deems appropriate. I snapped and he says I overreacted.

I am a 23yro f who has recently got my first gf of 5 months after coming to terms that I am most likely solely attracted to women. I had a girl’s night with my 2 best friends and we cleared about 4 bottles of margs and wine between the 3 of us.
One of my best friends (let’s call her cece) got so drunk she ended up projectile vomiting. Me, a lightweight trying to keep up with my two friends after not drinking for a couple months, also got so drunk I could barely even crawl. This is where things take a huge turn. Cece and I ended up in the bathroom because she needed help getting into the shower while my other friend (let’s call her Bri) went to get some towels and clean up the vomit after my drunk self made a sorry attempt at trying to help her clean.
Cece invited me in the shower which I thought nothing of bc i naively thought it was to help me sober up too (we also don’t care about being naked in a general sense bc this is just the kind of culture I grew up with.. nudity does not equal sexualization). This is because I always see my friends end up in the shower to sober up, but i actually have no clue what it does. Well, the shower most certainly didn’t help… because what we did next is most definitely unforgivable… to me at least.
I should mention I had recently come out to Cece as being queer and sexually active with my current gf who I actually love so much to the point where I never stop thinking about her. To the point where I could possibly be obsessed with her! But like in a lovey way not a creepy way. Anyway, because she is so nonchalant and not very attentive (she loves me and I know this, this is just how she is) AND we live far apart with only me having a car, I felt extremely lonely for a while. I should have talked to her about this, but I didn’t want to trigger her abusive past and make her think I was attacking her for being a bad girlfriend or something (one of my OCD traits of constantly obsessing and worrying that I’m being abusive to people and traumatizing them in some way without knowing).
Back to the story though, Cece has been in a committed relationship with who I think is the perfect bf for her for 6+ yrs since high school and they’re relationship is so good, they are considering marriage. Cece has alluded to the fact that a part of her wishes she had more sexual experiences and chances to explore and she would’ve done that if she wasn’t in a relationship, but at the same time she loves her bf and does not regret dating him.
SO. Back to the shower. There we were face to face, drunk out our minds, both in relationships with people we were madly in love with, naked in the shower. Like I said, I was drunk (practically browned out), so I can’t remember all the details, but I know the gist. Somewhere along the lines she ended up touching me. I hadn’t been touched in so long it felt good and I didn’t stop her. She started asking if her actions were okay as she continued taking things farther. I consented knowing we were wrong for this. She moved in closer and asked if my gf would be ok with that and I told her probably not. I asked her the same thing back and she answered the same. We ended up kissing for a while until we kind of just let our actions take over. Idk what she was thinking, but as I touched her, I thought about how I wanted to touch my gf in this way. The reason I don’t touch my gf in certain ways is bc she is hypersexual to her partners, but a touch-me-not when it comes to herself. I respect this, but I wish I could know how to please her sometimes. I also, like I said, felt very lonely bc she had not been sexual to me in maybe months.
Anyways, we kept taking things farther and ended up having sex in my friend Bri’s guest shower. Bri eventually came to find us with the towels and tried to ignore what we were doing and get our drunk asses dried off. Once it was time for bed, we ended up both in the same guest bed (horrible idea) while Bri obviously slept in hers. We somehow CONTINUED what we did in the shower (I can’t for the life of me remember how that started up again but it did. I know it did). I surprised my self as a stereotypical bottom, somehow taking charge and being more dominant. Almost like I was living out a fantasy of the connection I wanted to share with my gf as I know I was still thinking about her. Eventually we passed out and woke up with killer hangovers and went home.
I let a few days of extreme guilt and shame pass before I texted her to call me, but she responded to my txt saying she wanted to keep it between us and that she didn’t regret any of it. Sadly, idk if I regret the experience of what it felt like, but I do still regret the whole thing bc I feel like I’ve broken what my gf and I had even though there’s no way she could find out about it. It’s been almost two months and I still don’t know how to move on. Idk what I’m looking for in a response, but as someone who has always been loyal, and could never see myself doing this to someone I love, I’m having trouble moving on past this and focusing on my relationship.
My loneliness is in no way an excuse and I take full responsibility for what did. I just want to know how to move on and how I could’ve done something so out of my usual character. I am known to being too nice to a fault and extremely naive and I was told I was probably taken advantage of to some extent, but even though I was so drunk, I still knew right from wrong and I should not have done what I did.
I don’t have thick skin whatsoever BUT feel free to speak your minds in the comments or give me any advice.

This year has been one of the worst of my life. After I suffered years worth of horrendous abuse by birth family, I have finally escaped and am surrounded by people who love me. I have a chosen family now who openly call me their daughter and my best friend of 20 years is now my brother, just like it was meant to be. I have promised that kid for years that I will be right next door someday, but now I live in the *room* right next to him. These people have lived in squalor for all their lives, but they took me in without question or expectations outside of their wants for me to be happy and safe. They came all the way from Texas to break me out of my prison in Indiana - and for the first few months I was here, it was paradise. I live with two incredibly loving parents, my brother, and their two amazing grandchildren whom came to us after a family tragedy. I've had the time of my life, being a "mom". Those kids are everything to me - it's been a dream to become part of this family. We have had to go without a lot, but the material things just don't matter if they are with me.
I have always been a little sickly, but until this year, I was still able-bodied enough to work, to care for my family, and to keep our household afloat. In 2020, I caught Covid and since then, my health slowly declined. The virus kicked Multiple Sclerosis and a bingo-card's worth of autoimmune disorders into hyperdrive. At the tail end of October and beginning of November of last year, I started to become gravely ill. I was hospitalized in the ICU for my first visit and have been admitted twice for a few days since then due to severe dehydration from not being able to tolerate water. I've recently been diagnosed with a disease called Gastroparesis - which has paralyzed some nerves in my stomach: solid food will not longer empty out of my gut and it causes me to be sick. I have been on a liquid diet since November. I can no longer work, eat solid food, and have immense trouble doing basic things like showering, laundry, even brushing my hair hurts. At my worst, I could not stand up off of the floor when I was on my hands and knees, or get out of my bed without someone picking me up. I started out at 210lbs and am now 114. I've (dramatically, I know) felt like I was going to die. I am only 29 and felt like 30 might not be in my cards.
While I was in the ICU, someone on my care team suggested that I reach out to groups on Reddit. I didn't expect much, as I know the world is in such a terrible state right now, but since the very second I asked for help, the outreach from all of you has been mind blowing and has not stopped since. I've met so many people with my diagnoses, I have made an incredibly amazing friend from someone who has helped me since I first fell so ill. I've connected with so many good people, that I now have so many people who support me that I have lost count: and they all came from Reddit. For anything I could possibly need help with, all I've had to do is ask, and someone has answered.
Protein shakes are so expensive - nearly 30 bucks for the premades and my family simply doesn't have the means to get them. There have been so many things I've needed, outside of the shakes, that this sub has given me without a single condition attached. The first wishlist I shared was completed. Someone has given me a bed, because I was sleeping on a thin foam pad with blankets. They've given me food, clothes, medicine... I have even been given so many treats simply because they thought it would bring a smile to my face. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my kitty when I got here: you have all single-handed helped me begin my life anew in my forever home.
Today, I had to make a post requesting some protein shakes. In less than two hours, I had all that I asked for and someone even bought me a blender, so that I can invest in the powdered form of drinks instead of the premade formulas which are significantly cheaper, will last longer, and are realistically in my price range. I've sat here with tears in my eyes, just blown away by the generosity I was met with today as a continuation of the selflessness that is in abundance in this community. I should have more than enough to get me through until June, when I am supposed to get a drug called Reglan that will help me reintroduce solid food into my diet.
You are all so, so very amazing. I am not kidding when I say that this sub has kept me - and my family - alive. You've all taught me so much in lessons of kindness and generosity. I am looking around my room now and your care surrounds me. As soon as I am able, I will step on the other side of the fence and repay the kindness you have all so unconditionally extended. I've received so much helpful advice and support for so many things, that I can't even begin to put into words how thankful and lucky I am. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. If the world would unite like we do here, it would become heaven on Earth.
Y'all have no idea how thankful I truly am. Sorry for rambling, but you all deserve so much gratitude than words on a screen can express.

My bf and I rescued a 5 week old kitten on Sunday. Noticed he was infested with fleas, bloated, and had a missing toe on one paw. Took him to the vet the next morning and got flea and worm meds and antibiotic wipes for his toe. Vet suggested we quarantine him, so we keep the little guy in a crate in the bathroom with the door closed, especially when we’re working or sleeping. He meows and yells constantly if we make noise or if the neighbor below us makes noise. Since the fleas are gone after a thorough bath, we decided to let him out to play for a bit. But even when he’s out with us, if we don’t acknowledge him, he’ll either meow until we do or he’ll climb on us over and over again. We wanna keep this kitten but he’s got the most insane separation anxiety either of us have seen in a pet. And it’s beginning to be incredibly frustrating. What do I do to get him to stop until he’s well enough and a bit older?

My mom owns an apartment complex. She goes through a charity that helps people find housing to help transitioning off the streets. She has a tenant that has been there for about 6 months from this charity. She has a contract with WHO SHE THOUGHT was the charity that agreed to pay his rent for a year. She called them today and found out some stuff. The contract she has is “with the tenant, as they do not sign contracts”. Except when she was supposed to meet with the tenant to sign the contract, he never showed, so his social worker from the charity said she could sign it, turns out that’s illegal. The social worker was conveniently let go just after this guy moved in. This man has had MULTIPLE random people come park up in visitors spots, staying for days, using his shower and sleeping in their cars. There have been multiple complaints of people banging on his door and back window. He has a dog that he claims is a service animal but has zero paperwork for (also the people who come to sleep in there cars bring dogs and it’s a no dog apartment). But his rent has been paid. According to the charity, my mom has zero contracts with them, and as long as he comes to his meeting every 3 months, they aren’t involved other than paying his rent. She’s worried if she tried to evict him she’ll end up needing to get a lawyer and she can’t afford that right now as money is tied up in other things. If the contract isn’t even legal, where do we go from here? What can we do?

Ok, bear with me (or maybe BARE with me??). I have decided I love this mini trope. MC1 and MC2 are interested in each other or have started a relationship and they are apart for a day or more for some reason.
MC2 comes to the door of MC1 at a hotel or their house and someone else answers the door in a towel and MC2 is immediately like, oh nooooo! Cue the hurt and confusion and sadness that comes with that. Usually when I see this there hasn’t been any sex or intimacy with the towel-person but as long as they’re not committed I’m ok with it.
Some examples I can think of (spoilers ahead):
In {Virgin flyer by Lucy lennox}, MC1’s best friend/former mega crush answers the door in a towel when MC2 comes to bring a small but meaningful gift to MC1 to sort of be like “I love you.” the best friend is like, “he’s in the shower, but I can give him a message?” And MC2 is like “no it’s ok..” and leaves.
In {beyond the sea by Keira Andrews}, the MCs are at a hotel and MC1’s ex girlfriend shows up to support him because of some stuff that happened. MC2 comes to his hotel room, again, to admit his feelings and the ex girlfriend is either in a towel or jammies or something and is like “can I take a message?” MC2 is sad.
I know this is silly but I truly love it. I even had a third example but it slipped my mind. Thanks in advance!
Hard no’s: incest, cheating, polyamory
Other than that I’m an open book. Any pairing or subgenre is fine!

Some were in the ceiling, some where in the roof... one was in the corner of every screen door and garage door for obvious small pet traffic (nicely chewed in). There were no holes in the bathroom!.... as in no holes for ventilation, so that was weird.
Also does a crack in the foundation count as a hole? Because they had that too. Did I mention the front porch paint chipping? Just in case holes in the paint count.
This was my first and last tour of a home sold by a mass-market national realtor that rhymes with Bark Lane, so do as you will with that info.
Watch out for these big-name companies that try to buy/sell fast. They dropped the price 15k after our visit & lack of offer. Funny enough that was 4 weeks ago and the house is still on the market in a VERY hot market. And it will continue to rot until they get a flipper in, no doubt.

I was wandering deep into the forest after eating some garbage from a gas station dumpster and found a large block of salt. I was running on fumes but managed to scare a deer away from the block and collapsed next to it.
With my final remaining calories I extend my tongue to lick the salt block. The world began spinning around me and the salt traversed my blood brain barrier and entered my bloodstream.
Suddenly I'm back in my middle school cafeteria. The school is paying for my lunches. Living like a fatcat. My fellow classmates would give me their 2% chocolate milk out of pity, not knowing I had already eaten a bosco stick and drinken from the water fountain. I accept the gesture and walk to the bathroom under my own weight, enter a stall and lock the door. I open the recycled paper milk packaging and smell the sweet sweet sustenance. A feeling comes over me. I hold the carton over my head and begin pouring. It runs over my face and down my back. Ecstasy. Indulging in the pleasures of the fat cat.
Salt.
I open my eyes. A veritable feast lay before me. My chapped lips crack and I suck the blood from them. How could I be so lucky? It's starting to get dark and I smell the clouds above me forming. Maybe it will rain. Digging deep, I extend my arm and pull the block closer to my face.
What more could a man ask for?

Hello everyone. My name is Sam my last name isn’t really important..what IS important is my account of everything that has led me to my current situation which will be below in the threads. As I type this I can feel their eyes on me every move i make they follow….let’s begin..
May 1st
I work a pretty simple job I’m a high school janitor I pick up shit I sweep floors and clean the cafeteria after the always messy lunches. At this point I’m finishing up doing just that sweeping up crumbs and stepped on mashed potatoes absolutely destroyed crinkle cut fries the average bs that this job entails
Typically I wait until the students and other staff have left the cafeteria to clean in peace and so I don’t have to hide that I’m wearing earbuds and listening to music today was no different
As I swept up some crumbs from under the cafeteria tables…I saw it.. at the time I couldn’t really register what I had seen but now….now I know what it was before the rest of the events that followed after at least
What stood and the intersection of the hallway and the cafeteria clutching the edge of the connected walls was a small figure cloaked in shadows…no more like made of them…it..it almost seemed see through…that may be why it hadn’t registered in my mind that it was there…regardless of that I still felt as though I was being watched…needless to say I left that hallway to be last on my list to clean for the day.
Even when I did clean it I kept looking over my shoulder expecting something…anything to be there at times it felt like I had just missed my stalker at others it felt as though I’d been looking in the wrong place…nothing else but that sensation of being watched followed me home even on my long drive there nothing no sign of it.
May 4th
By this time I’d registered what I saw three days prior and now it felt as though it had gotten more carefree in letting me see it…I only say letting me because now i know I was never in control of when and how i saw it…this day taught me that lesson
I had finished cleaning early and in doing so I earned myself a break and by break I mean sitting on the toilet in the employee bathroom and smoking while watching tik tok … I’m aware how that sounds but hey when you got em smoke em right?
Anyway….as I sat there taking the occasional hit and making sure to fan the smoke detector so it wouldn’t go off or just entirely holding in each hit I gave a few chuckles at a few videos before I was struck again with the feeling of being watched…now prior to this I had seen it a couple more times
It’d pop up around corners I had yet to reach or just out of my periphery but it always remained either several feet away never much closer….
You can imagine my surprise when i looked up to see one of the ceiling tiles ajar and there it was peeking through it wasn’t until now I noticed it may not have had many features but it’s one indistinguishable one were the grey almost blue eyes it peered at me with….for a moment I was stuck suddenly conscious of my breathing it was a struggle to even it out before i realized it wasn’t EXACTLY fear I was experiencing at that moment…the cold realization that the only time i felt afraid is when my eyes left its gaze the fear spike when i did so….
I was stuck for a moment…my heart pounding like a dum in my ear almost deafening…in one quick burst of self preservation I ran to the door it seemed surprised by my sudden movement I guess I’m not as active as I’d like to think…
It followed me through the ceiling I could hear its apparent claws clack against the ceiling tiles like a dog’s claws on a wooden floor.. that sound followed me through the rest of my day while cleaning…
When it was time to leave and go home I saw no trace of it again…the sense of something watching me however stuck with me throughout the night I kept peering out the window because I felt as though if I didn’t…it might creep in…
To be continued…I have to go

Alcohol seems to be a staple in my workplace culture. Once a week happy hours, booze filled holiday parties, “post shift pints”, etc.
Today, it was celebratory champagne for a major clinical milestone, in the office. I chose not to attend simply because I am sober (just hit 500 days this week!), and because I don’t really support drinking inside of the workplace. No judgement to others, but it’s not something I would have done even before I quit drinking. I have too much pride in my work to risk making a mistake that could be blamed on the influence of someone or something else.
As I’m on a call, someone brings over a cup of champagne for me, I politely declined and whispered “no thank you, I can’t”. I was met with whispers back of “no, it’s OK to have it, I’ll just leave it here”. They placed the cup on my desk and shut my door. Again, I was on a call, so I was just sitting there alone with a cup of champagne just staring at me, the scent lofting.
I won’t lie, the thought crossed my mind. Do I drink it? It’s only a little. And it’s not like I can go get more so there’s less temptation. No one would have to know.
But I would know.
I’d only be cheating myself.
I wish I said “no thanks, I don’t drink” since it was a quick exchange, but I feel like I’ve conditioned myself to omit the “I don’t drink” part because I hate getting into the follow up questions of “Really? Since when? Why not?” Etc.
As much as it bothers me that some people can’t seem to take “no thank you” as the final answer when it comes to alcohol (or anything, for that matter) and proceed to force it upon you, I am grateful for this test.
I’m stronger than I think I am.
And you are too!
IWNDWYT
Edit: wanted to mention that I ended up dumping the champagne down the bathroom sink.

For context, I have anxiety, ADD, & have been dealing w/ a health issue (which I’m leaving undisclosed) for the past 2 1/2 months, so naturally, my health anxiety has been through the roof.
I woke up & got ready for my day as usual w/ no distractions, but then my anxiety took over. The weather has been AWFUL all week where I live so of course that helped set the mood. I’m also on summer break & had the day off from work while my parents & siblings were at either work or school, so I was home alone all day. From 8-9:45am I was either pacing the house unable to control my breathing, or sitting & staring at the wall crying my eyes out. I picked myself back up & made breakfast while I watched TV.
By this point it’s quarter to 11 & I planned to finish a season for a show, but my nonexistent attention span got the best of me & I doom scroll on my phone for almost an hour. I end of getting to my show but later pause it so I can work out. By this point it’s 1pm. Halfway through my workout I take a breather, but a quick thought ends up distracting me & I then pace around my room for 15 minutes in a tearful frenzy for no reason. Again. I regain composure, finish my workout, & shower. It’s now 2:30.
I go downstairs to make a late lunch where I was going to use the oven. I smelled burning from the oven & in a complete panic over possibly setting off the smoke detector, I shut the oven off, open all of the windows & doors, & have a full blown panic attack.
I called my Mom completely defeated. Nobody was home & I felt so isolated. It was so cloudy & gloomy outside that all of the rooms were dim, even w/ all of the lights on. In the blink of an eye the whole day got away from me & I felt so useless as if I haven’t done anything all day, even though I really tried to be proactive. The setting & mood for both my house & the outdoors felt like a blank void where time didn’t matter. It was as if I was stuck in limbo for the entirety of the day. I felt so pathetic having a breakdown over the phone w/ my Mom even though I’m almost 20. She consoled me & gave me a very gentle pep talk, which fortunately assured me.
I ate my lunch & drank some tea while I threw on a show I enjoy. I reminded myself that it’s not too late to turn my day around. By 3:15 I left the house for the first time all day, went thrift shopping, & grabbed some boba. I’m now home & it’s 5pm. I’ve just been lounging on my bed for the last hour or so. My hair is a frizzy mess from the weather, I’m dressed in grey sweats, I’m broken out all over my face bc I’m due for my time of the month soon, & my eyes are red & puffy from crying all day.
I’m gonna dress cute later & head out w/ my family to see my sibling perform in a school concert. I’m gonna finish that season of my show, & get ready for work tomorrow. I had a very off day, but everyone will have them sometimes. The day went too fast for my mind to handle, but at least it didn’t drag. The weather here should clear up by Sunday or Monday. I need to learn to let go of bad days & not let my obsession w/ structured routines get the best of me. Every day is going to look different, & it’s certainly not good to be busy every day of the week to the point of being overworked.
I can’t guarantee myself that tomorrow will be better, but there is always tomorrow. My health issue will eventually go away. I’ll be happy again. I have family & friends to reach out to if I’m having a hard time. My life is filled w/ blessings. My mind is always drawn to the brightest side of life. Happiness & joy are meant to fill every part of me. I’m healthy. I’m loved. Bad feelings are only temporary. I’m safe. I’ve done this before so I can do it again. I’m capable. I take things one step at a time. I inhale peace & exhale worry. I choose to feel good.
Tomorrow’s a new day.

Almost 3 weeks ago I lost my soul dog very suddenly. We were coming back from a walk and her hips started to give out. This had only happened one other time previously about a week prior during a longer walk and I just resigned that her body was showing me what her new limit was. We had dropped hikes two years ago after she was struggling and falling on our last one together, and our walks were getting progressively shorter, but she still loved them. She would bounce around and run to the door. When I took our younger dogs on a walk she’s eagerly waiting watching in the window for us to get back and her turn. She would almost trample everything in her way out the door and down the driveway. Even on that last walk together.
As her hips gave out we were just across the street from our house. We do live on a hill so as we stopped to let her rest I told her she just had to make it across the street and up the driveway and she’d be home. When we got to the porch I picked her up and carried her up the stairs. When I set her down she collapsed and was gone. It was so fast. She moaned and everything released before there was anything I could do.
I feel so guilty. I feel like I failed her. She was quite old, we think 11 or 12. I rescued her 6 years ago. She was a Doberman with poor teeth, hips & covered in lipomas and cysts. I wish I had more time. I wish I had done more for her.
She was my true soul mate, even my husband agrees. She was at my engagement, bridal shower, bachelorette weekend, walked me down the aisle and attended our honeymoon & engagement trips. I bought our house with her hips in mind (no stairs and carpets so she wouldn’t slide on hardwoods). I quit my job that kept me away from the house 12-13 hours a day for one that I could take her everyday to the office and then to work from home. When we had our first child she was the one who would sit up at night with me in the nursery.
I feel like I’ve genuinely lost a piece of my self. I just want her back so badly. I want to know all of our lasts were our lasts.
I know in so many ways it’s a blessing she went quickly, at home and wasn’t sick, suffering or scared at the vet. But 6 years just wasn’t enough time.

Here is what's happening, my fiance found a leak in our hot water, he found the leak by our heating element going out on our hot water heater. Well we called maintenance. We made them aware of the problem along with a few others such as, mold on the roof, and the tile around the shower needing a seal and molding. It was never sealed properly upon moving in. Also we wanted him to take a look at the roof because we had also noticed water in the wall one day after a hard rain. While checking the roof he stated the roof has absoulty no screw screwed down so basically we had tin just sitting on our roof for God only knows how long. So the work he did all together was 1.fix heating element (left a mess) 2. Corrected the bathroom wall to ceiling with caulk and some pieces of molding. 3. Put screws in our roof. He replaced the extremely outdated panel in the home as well. We have been at this address for 4 years and we barely ever call and bother them unless it's an emergency. If it's an easy fix my fiance will do it properly. Sidenote: this company never checked on our property after hutricane Sally. We have told them about a leak in the past they came to check and blew it off saying it was the condensation from our dryer, we have texts to prove. Also the hot water heater is outdated and I know is as old as four years for sure don't know how long it was there before us. They never check on the property and we have made the property value go up for sure with clearing of land and also landscape work and now a few weeks after they finally fix repairs, they sent us a letter stating because of the severity of the issues THEY ARE CHARGING US OVER 900 DOLLARS!? CAN THEY DO THAT? Please give me any advice. I won't be able to find another spot at what I pay here for what I get but this doesn't seem right or legal but I don't have money to take them to court I just want things to be fair and it doesn't feel like that's what's happening.

I learned about my boyfriend's pa months ago but we were at the time staying together for 3 months, i knew i would face the music when i returned home and we had to be apart for a bit. I am crying all the time. I feel so horrible. I want to be empathetic but i don't know how to be. When he told me it was because i saw an old second reddit account from before we met where he was subscribed to a pornstar's subreddit and i saw him screenshot a pornstar months before we met and said "does anyone know what her name is" , followed by a list of pornstars from 2 years ago. After that i started analysing our sexlife, so when he was hard and not wanting to have sex i broke down and he confessed to me how he had a problem with porn before we met , and that he force stopped it and so it's still affecting how he percieves pleasure because he was so used to videocalling me and masterbating with me virtually, and watching porn, vs when he actually has consistent real life sex with me his brain is adjusting to it and sometimes even if he's hard he doesn't feel horny. But that he loves me and he knows he only wants me, but this takes time to heal.
I felt like a bitch. I just cried and cried , went to sleep and didn't speak to him the next day. He cried all day and thought i was leaving him or thought he wasn't attracted to me until i hugged him. I felt awful because i couldn't say anything, i just knew i wasn't leaving. We ended up having sex after and went to get food, we watched a movie and i stopped and just cried again. It was awful. I love him so much but i had no idea how to feel.
I was terrified to leave in 3 months, I knew i would feel worse because i can't have his phone near me, i can't see the bathroom door open when he goes. I can't watch him game. I'm home now and i am having panick attacks everytime i don't see him online playing on discord with friends when we are not on a call, or when he is not out of the house. Not seeing what he is doing makes me spiral and guess that he is watching porn. Last night he had a headache so we didnt videocall/masterbate as we normally do, and i asked him "are you sure you're going to sleep?" i cried until i fell asleep after this. I feel so mean. I want to not to add pressure to an already difficult process but i can't. And i also can't leave. Knowing we are apart, i know he is watching at least 1/2 times when we are not masterbating together so i'm always trying to guess when it's happening. I don't want this. I want it to stop completely by the time i see him next. I am tired of crying and panicking

I had DI w/ free Nip Grafts at Reformkliniken in Malmö on 18th April! Dr Tuve was my surgeon. I wanted to leave a review here since a few things happened that I wasn't prepared for and maybe this'll help anyone else!
I am from the UK and decided to have surgery privately with Dr Tuve as it was much cheaper than the UK. The cost of the surgery was 65000 SEK which is about £4800.
I flew from Manchester to Copenhagen, and then took a train to Malmö. It wasn't that expensive and very easy to figure out directions in person.
I went for 2 weeks and 4 days so I could go to in person appointments before and after the surgery. I'm also autistic and felt I needed the extra time to ground myself in a new country. I stayed at the Scandic St Jörgen hotel which was only a 5 minute walk from the clinic. Hotels are quite pricey and it has it's pros and cons. Pros - close to clinic, hotel cleaners, free wifi, close to food shops and restaurants, easy to get to train/transport. Cons - more expensive than airbnb, no fridge so had to have takeout a lot, they did a laundry service but it was VERY expensive.
In the end I do think the hotel was right for me and my needs, but I know many others are not as privileged to be able to stay that long in a hotel.
I had my pre op appointment on the 16th, which I was dreading but it went a lot better than I thought it would. Dr Tuve asked me a lot of questions about my gender, how long I've wanted top surgery, is my family accepting, etc. He then examined my chest and asked what kind of results I'd like. He let me get changed before he stepped in which I was grateful for. They asked if I had picked up my prescription (meds needed before surgery), however I hadn't had any notification about this prescription at all. They were very quick to give me a new one, which I collected the next day.
The 18th was surgery day, and I was told to arrive at the clinic at 7am. My partner walked me there, and we said goodbye outside the clinic doors. I had to fill in some paperwork, have an anti bacterial shower, and pee before surgery. I was really nervous for the anesthetic and going under, plus the IV, but it was a lot better than I thought it'd be! The nurse who did my IV was very kind and did it quickly, and it wasn't painful at all. I was called into surgery at around 8:20am. I had to lay on the surgical table, which was honestly the scariest part. The anesthetic took a few minutes and then it all kinda hit and once. It felt like a very deep long nap. I was out of surgery and awake by 12:20pm.
I was very sleepy for a few hours and apparently I sent a lot of videos of me to my partner but I don't remember taking them! They are funny to watch back! I was feeling quite nauseous so out of the food options I had some granola and apple juice. I was offered a sandwich too but that was too much for me. I kept falling in and out of sleep for a bit. The nurse was encouraging me to try go to the toilet, but I was really nauseous. I did end up being sick a lot, it was whenever I sat up. We ended up wheeling me in a wheelchair to the toilet to try pee (which was a success!). I was given some anti nausea meds. Before I left the clinic, the nurse took off my post op binder, nips dressings, and large dressing, and I felt a lot better. I got to see my chest for the first time (my nips were still covered by gauze). It looked really good for the first day! The nurse showed me how to wrap the binder myself and what to do with the nip dressings. He then wrapped me back up, but I immediately threw up which he realised was from the pressure of the large dressing. He decided to take off the large dressing so I was just wrapped with the nip dressings and binder. He only allowed this because I wasn't that swollen!
I left the clinic at 7pm, and my partner picked me up. I was able to walk easily, just sore on top, and I was on a lot of painkillers so it wasn't that bad.
The instructions from my dr was to have a shower daily, antibiotics twice a day, pain meds twice a day, more pain meds can be taken if needed (I did for the first few days). My partner helped me shower the first 3 days as I couldn't really reach anything, but after that I was slowly more independent. We had a shower head we could take off the wall which was very handy and made it a lot easier. I had to sleep on my back, which is quite painful since I had a curved spine, but I found ways to cope with it (pillow under lumbar region, pillow under feet for elevation). I brought a travel pillow and a mastectomy pillow with me. I honestly didn't use the mastectomy pillow for what it was made for, as it hurt to put my arms in the side holes. I used it more to stop myself rolling to the side. The travel pillow is a must. It helped stop a lot of neck pain, and I could fall asleep a lot easier laying on my back with my head surrounded by the travel pillow.
Unfortunately I got really ill on my 4th day post op. I track my periods, and knew one was coming up, so I was already expecting pain the week before (normal for me). This pain was a 10/10, I couldn't move and threw up a lot. We called the clinic and apparently it is normal for surgery to affect periods and cycles. I wasn't expecting anything quite this intense, so I thought I'd leave this in here in case anyone else experiences it! No-one else that I knew that was having top surgery experienced this, but I know I have a lot more intense symptoms of periods normally so this may have contributed to it. Luckily this only lasted 1 day.
The rest of the week was a lot better, and I managed to eat a lot more and do a few more things. I went on daily walks as advised by Dr Tuve, but nothing too far.
On my 9th day post op I had a random allergic reaction. My body really went through it! My face was swollen and red, and I had hives all over my body. We had no idea where it had come from since I was just doing the same stuff as normal, however I am almost certain it is linked to my autism/stress levels (I have had random intense illness related stuff flare up from overstimulation and stress a few times). I was given some antihistamines and they worked slowly over a few days.
On my 12th day I had my post op appointment where a nurse removed the gauze from my nips and any visible stitching from them. I was super nervous going to this appointment as my nips smelt really bad and I was worried they were infected. Luckily all was good ! Apparently I had a small hematoma, but it didn't have fluid so no need to drain. I was instructed to wash my nips 2-3 times a day, have my daily shower as per usual, and change the tape on my insicions once a week. I also had a small bandage gauze I taped to my nips which I had to do til they were dry. My nips were dry by 2 days after this appointment, but I used the small bandages for about a week as I was nervous of the binder causing irritation on my nips. I also had to keep wearing the binder, which I have to do til 4-6 weeks after surgery (depending on how swollen I am).
I flew back home on 2nd May, and it was all good health wise.
Since then, recovery has been good! I'm very happy with my chest. My insicions look super thin and the nips look great too.
Overall, my experience with Dr Tuve and his team was great! Here are my main pros and cons:
Pros - Cheaper and high quality results! - Very lovely nurses and Dr. I felt I was in good hands. - They are happy to answer any questions, post op and pre op. - The clinic is very nice. Felt like I was in a hotel! - You do not need to be on T or have a gender dysphoria diagnosis. These things can help the process, but are absolutely not necessary.
Cons - Most documents were in Swedish and I had to translate them using Google Translate. You can call up the clinic to ask questions, but I am not good with phone calls! - The documents/help sheets aren't super clear on post op care, it is mostly for pre op information - Sometimes a lack of communication, such as with the lost prescription.
I hope this helps anyone!

I just threw up for the first time in like 3 years and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I really got too cocky on this medicine if that makes sense. I had an unhealthy breakfast and felt fine. Then I also had an unhealthy lunch even when I wasn’t hungry. Boom soon as I got home. I felt a feeling I have never felt before. I accepted my fate and did it. I was very sacred of throw up for the last 8 years I believe. Now that I have done it. It litteraly is not that bad and it’s gonna happen but I finally overcame my fear I think and I hope lol. But I’m sharing this for other people also scared of throwing up and wanting to lose weight. It’s worth it. I’m finally losing weight and if throwing up is a part of it. I’m fine. But anyway I’m currently sitting on the ground of bathroom leaning against a door hoping that I’m all done puking lol.