Can i take pseudophrine and zyrtec in the same day

I (26F) when I was 4 years old my parents legally divorced and for my whole life I lived with shared custody. Until I was 16 years old my mom was my biggest enemy because she abused me verbally and physically while my dad was my best friend, going to his house was what I expected all week long because I went on weekends, we played board games, we went to the movies or to different places, he did let me have a pet, everything was a dream until I turned 16 years old. Something curious about this time is that my dad used to talk to me about how my mom cheated on him and she told me not to believe him, but since he was the enemy I didn't listen to him.
12 years ago my mom started attending a Christian church along with my whole family and I, curious, started attending with her... that's when everything took a turn. You see, my father is an extremist Catholic and from then on he started to attack me in every way possible: against my new belief, he discovered that I had Facebook and forced me to give him my password to h*rass me and read absolutely everything; he told me that if I took the entrance exam for the university I wanted, he would find out because he hired a friend to stand near the door and take photos of me if he saw me arriving, which made me scared; when I decided that I was going to be a teacher my dad exploded in fury, although I was already a legal adult he told me that I had no right to choose my career and only my mother and he could do it, he tried to force my mother to pay me to study medicine but he didn't succeed and now I am studying education; Oh and it is worth mentioning that he generated in me an irrational phobia of buses because he told me that if I got on a bus, my parents would never see me or my body again.
My father over time has tried to manipulate me more and more and I increasingly move away, he pressures me every year to marry someone rich, to get pregnant even by accident because he doesn't want to “die without knowing his grandchildren” (my father is macho), that I stay in his house when he no longer lives alone and lives with a family that I don't like, he wants me to call his partner's children "my siblings" and treat them the same as my biological siblings, that I become Catholic again so I don't go to hell, that I convince my sister to stop therapy because her bipolar "is a lie", that I don't relate to minorities or people of other races (my father is r*cist since we are not white), that I don't relate to anyone in the LGBT community (my father is “proudly homophobic”).
My father lives by appearances, he lives in an expensive house but my grandparents pay his rent, he wears pilot suits when he used to repair airplanes and he doesn't know how to fly a plane, he tells everyone that I studied “educational administration and future founder of a school” because he is ashamed that I am a teacher, he bought very big cars when he didn't even have enough to pay for gas and finally he presumes he is a good father... when he has caused me such strong psychological abuse that I'm afraid to do things because he might find out.
4 years ago I started to progressively cut communication with him to the point that I don't talk to him and I don't go to his house anymore, only once a month and it hurts me because in this dispute my paternal grandparents and my younger sister got caught in the crossfire, but my dad is so harassing that if I call them or her just to say hello, he will find out and come here to complain because I talk to them and not to him. Sometimes I think my life will be easier and I will rest the day he dies, AITAH for wanting or thinking that?

We own our house and the neighbor across the street had been living in their rental for about 10 years. She had around 10+ cats that primarily lived outdoors; 1 or 2, she kept inside. None of them were fixed, so they’d have kittens over and over. All of the other neighbors would offer to pay to have her cats fixed so that they’d quit populating and she’d turn down the offer. One of them had a missing eye; none of them ever had vet care and they all looked pretty sickly. I do want to say I felt bad for the cats; I don’t really like cats, but I still felt for them. One neighbor took the cat who was missing an eye to the vet for surgery. Cat lady got upset about it because he didn’t tell her he was doing it. Animal control wouldn’t do anything about the issue except offer me cat traps that I’d have to pay $20 per day for. Who can afford that? Fast forward, cat lady’s landlord told her she had 60 days to move out because they’re selling the house. She began packing and moving her stuff. She threw out a mattress and sofa next to the road. 4 days after those items had been sitting by the road, my yard became INFESTED with fleas. You can’t even walk to the car without seeing them all over your legs. I asked my other neighbor if he’s having an issue with fleas in his yard too and he said he is. I had thought cat lady took her cats with her; as I hadn’t seen the cats since she left last weekend. Well, today, I see all of her cats sleeping on the stairs of the house she moved out of. This pisses me off so bad; that she’d leave all of these cats here with no one to feed them. I highly doubt animal control will take them. I don’t really know what to do about any of this. I’m having pest control come and spray my yard for fleas. I may ask neighbors if we can band together and rent the cat traps to surrender the cats to animal control, since that’s the only way they’ll take them. I can’t afford $150+ worth of cat traps on my own, but maybe some of the neighbors will take on this task with me.

I started my sober curious journey over a year and a half ago, mostly for mental health reasons. I didn’t drink every day, but I binge drank on the weekends and did a fair amount of party drugs. I am not in AA/NA or anything, though therapy, some reading, and my sobriety app have all really helped. This process began about 2 years into my current relationship. I didn’t ask my partner to get sober with me, because I don’t think that’s a fair ask. I’m doing it for me. We have discussed at length, however, how he can support me by not binge drinking himself (we are in our 30s) or doing hard drugs. Having drinks with dinner or out with friends is of course fine. Even getting tipsy or drunk at a wedding, for example, would be reasonable. But he sometimes can take it to another level. And on a few occasions (maybe 10 in the 1.5 years) after these expectations were agreed upon and reiterated he’s done coke or Molly or gotten fully wasted, both in my presence and absence. I have tried setting boundaries - choosing to stay home or drive separately so I can leave when I want to - but this often means that he goes overboard. I’m not there, so no, I don’t actually know. But if what I see in person - and know him to be as a person - is any indication, I can only imagine what goes on. And many times he’s not come home because he says he fell asleep at a friends house. Which, okay, yes, please don’t drive. But why are you passing out or even not calling me to say you’re spending the night? I know where he is and that he’s safe, but communication would be appreciated. And if you’re not even considering the courtesy of a text, then you’re too far gone to be thinking straight. Maybe that’s just an assumption on my part…
My question is, are my expectations unfair? He says he’s done with the party scene and wants to live a healthier life, and again, it doesn’t happen all the time. But it is essentially a recurring pattern of disappointment, minimizing, arguing, and generally feeling unsupported. And I just have a hard time trusting him because unfortunately there have been times when he lied. Is this going to work long term? I suppose it’s for me to decide if I can live with it. But it’d be helpful to hear from people in similar partnerships. What language or boundaries did you practice to make it fair, not controlling. I don’t want to control him, I just want to grow and improve our lives together.

I’m a CEC at my store which is a combo TJ Maxx and HomeGoods. We’ve been having payroll issues as have other locations from what i’ve heard. We’ve had our like wrap the Queue line and people are waiting up to an hour in line. Our lines are like this all day every day regardless of time of day or day of week, and we even have people lining up outside before we upon every single day. I’ve been working here for about 2 years and it’s the same every day.
With the current payroll situation I’m being required to ring for my entire 8-hour shift for 5 days a week, which is putting pressure on my back and causing pain. I’ve told my ASM’s about this but they tell me that as long as the line is long and we don’t have the cashiers I’ll need to keep ringing. I continue to ask to hop off register and do anything else but they always tell me I can’t and I was even told today that if I don’t ring it could result in a write-up.
This isn’t only frustrating since I‘ve been unable to be in my own role, but since I feel so unheard when I express discontent with the current situation.

(TW:we were 14, now I'm 15 and she's still 14/uncensored words about s*xual assault/cussing, just putting this in here since I know someone would most likely report me for not adding it) So just around Christmas eve last year, I started dating with one of my long-time friends, and my life prior to this was just empty, but she brought light in me, she made me feel something I never felt before, I felt alive for the first time in a long while, and everything was going great, I loved her, and she loved me, so I promised her that I will love her as much as I can until my heart stops and my mind fades, however things took a terrible turn when L (first letter in his name) entered our lives, originally it was just a one time thing where me, my GF, friends and L would go out, and we were drinking and shit, just having fun, we'll now comes the worst part, L was 21 at the time, and so to hang out a little longer we went to his place to chill, but then everyone left, and it was just me, GF and L, and we were just chatting, having fun, but then he started talking about our relationship, he started undermining it, talking about how we were not made for each other, that the only reason we are still dating is because we were long-time friends and shit, and I had none of that, however (I will start calling the GF, S) S took those words to her heart and started crying, I tried to comfort her but then he started putting pressure on me, bombarding me with questions like:DO you really love her? What do you love about her, why do you love her, do you think you two will last together? And under the pressure I just said that I loved her, and that's enough, but at this point S needed to go home, so I offered to walk with her like a good bf, however L said that I should stay and let her be, so she can think about this, and once again under pressure I folded and I stayed and she went home sobbing with me not having the chance to console her (looking at it now I should've persisted on walking her home, because he would start laying his manipulation on me, once again undermining me, and my love to S, but I did send her a voice message telling her all the things I love about her, and that I found the purpose for why I'm with her, she completes me) so after a few moments I left and came home, the next day I talked to my sister that we two are "friends" and she started going batshit, because my sister also has long extensive history with L, as well as my sister's friend, and my cousins, so she started telling me all the things, he did including (allegedly but probably truthfully) giving alcohol to one of my sister's friends (who was also around 14) getting her drunk, and then letting one of his friends rape her while watching (he probably joined in as I think about it) and many other stains, same thing with the cousin and sister's friend, but the problem was that S started liking L, and we started going out every single day after school, I took the info from the sister, cousin etc and I wanted to talk with S about it, however when I was about to initiate the conversation, I started overthinking and got to my head that I'm probably just being possessive, so we would continue these meet-ups with L for 2 more days,, every day ending with S crying, L completely undermining our trust and love, and me ultimately feeling shit, but at the last meet-up, just before it, I found cracks in our love, since L was dating with a 14 year old before that (He's 21 by the fucking way) S told me that 14 and 21 isn't too crazy and bad, I knew what was gonna happen, it would ultimately end up with her coming up to me, and telling me that "we need to talk tommorow" and I knew, I knew this was it, and I knew I was now powerless to do anything, she broke up with me, i was inconsolable, however the reason why she did it was the sentence that he said, that would turn out to be the most mind numbing, shit filled junk I'd ever hear "you need a man that can show you the world" I came home told my sister, and since she had S added on Instagram she started messaging her, warning her about L, his history, how he is, even her friend tried to tell her, and what his true colors are, even my cousin started planning with me and some of his friends, who L also fucked over, that we would beat the shit out of L, however, I started messaging him about it and the shit that happened, it was mostly just me writing a paragraph about how he was the biggest mistake in our lives and that he never acted like a true friend, he started firing back with shit like he never said anything bad, he was always supportive, and that I just overlooked it, however nothing changed, around a month came by, I started cutting myself, had the worst depression I've ever had, (I just recently realized this so I'll just put this out here) L and S started dating, I don't know for how long, when it started or when it ended, but L apparently spread the word of them two dating, all around the city, also at that point, L's manipulation started cracking too, and too little too late, S finally realized who Really is, so she broke up with him, (also in the month I asked her 3 times to reconsider, to think about it, and to give me one more chance, dismissing me every time) and so the depression arc continued until around April when I started slightly healing and getting used to not being with S, but then me and S started talking again, as friends, and I got re-added to a group chat I haven't mentioned before, (since it wasn't important) from which I got removed by one of the friends because she called me out for being a Wretch, so I got re-added and when I was gone, there have been some drama that I didn't knew of (that's where I found out that S and L were dating, and at prom where I danced with S, I found out something horrible which is the reason I added truthfully to the part where L probably raped the 14 year old girl too, I'm not gonna specify ) I was in utter shock, but yeah, shit went, and well we started talking more, that's where the promise I made turned into a curse, no matter how hard i tried, no matter how much I insisted and promised, my feelings never went away, so some more happened, and just yesterday until 3 am today (it's 5 am when I'm writing this) me and S went on a bike trip, since I want to stay close to her, we rode for 7 hours, chatting, laughing and having a good time, while I tried to make it as comfortable and enjoyable to her as possible, and we threw around a conversation about L, she said that he was the worst thing to ever happen, which I completely agree with, but I couldn't shake off this feeling because (it may just be overthinking) but it seemed like she started liking me again, she would constantly smile at me, look at me, having fun and it was just great, but now as I'm writing this I realized the situation, she is the reason why I continue living, her smile, her eyes, her personality, and just her, the only thing driving me into another day is the thought that one day I could maybe be hers again, and she could be mine. However I can't tell anyone expect the stranger on reddit, since if I'd tell my family they'd probably scold me, my friends would laugh at me, and God forbid I'd tell her eyes to eyes. I'm just at a crossroad where every turn I take is wrong and I'm just hanging on something that will never be, but the feeling that the impossible could happen, is the only thing keeping me going. Sorry for this long ass vent but I just needed to take it out, and I'm nearly sure someone will go full on detective mode to try and find, names, locations and shit, but I could just care less

I wanted to check in as an update. I last did an update in October about 45 days in to a break from alcohol. Before that, I used Naltrexone for about 18 months. I started at 25mg for a week, then went to 50mg for about a year and then up to 100mg for six months.
Prior to taking Naltrexone, I was losing control of my drinking but I wasn't at a rock bottom, if that makes sense. About 25-40 drinks a week. I'm 34, a white collar professional with a fairly high profile job, and a Dad to a young kid. I didn't want to be absorbed by drinking, but I akso didn't want to live my life in AA where one drink could send me in to a spiral.
Long-story short, Naltrexone worked for me but it wasn't a miracle drug. I still drank every night, but after about a year 5-7 drinks slowly turned in to 4-6 which turned in to 3-4 once I was up to 100mg a day. It was still too much to be healthy.
I've got an international vacation/wedding this week, which is the first time I've ever been abroad. Back in September, my wife and I both realized we couldn't comfortably afford to go, but I pointed out how much we were spending on alcohol ($500+ a month). I said if we didn't drink for 9 months, we could use that money for the trip.
Well, we've made it. We've enjoyed sobriety. I've learned to like NA beers and my wife tolerates NA wine (which just isn't as far along as the NA beers). We saved enough to go and we feel great. I'm down 20 pounds and am the leanest I've been since high school, and feel much better than I had.
I'm admittedly nervous to drink again, and to start Naltrexone again. We're going to take it carefully on the trip, and immediately force ourselves a two week break when the trip ends. I'm going to start at 25mg again because when I first started, the first week was pretty rough.
We also plan to approach drinking again carefully, but we've said all these things before. My wife, who did not tolerate Nal but is less of a problem drinker than I, is more apprehensive and is tempted to make this permanent. I'm looking forward to having a drink here and then, but time will tell if the medication plus mindfulness can help me become an uninterested drinker.

 Not a day goes by without you crossing my mind. I keep waiting for the morning that I wake up and you aren’t my first thought, but it hasn’t happened yet. I try to keep myself busy. Busy with work, keeping the house clean, hanging with friends… but none of it distracts me from thinking of you. My mother once told me that you don’t find love, it finds you. I wasn’t looking for love when I met you… but I found it with you. You were supposed to just be another fling, so why am I stuck? Why do I miss you so much? Why can’t I stop dreaming of you? I keep hoping you will show up here and ask for another chance. I keep wishing that I had done things differently so you would still be around, even if you weren’t mine. But I know this is the best choice for us. You are still in love with him and I refuse to spend another minute of my life being his placeholder….. Maybe some day we will have a chance, but not today. Today and for the foreseeable future, I will continue to miss you, your smile, your warmth, your scent. Today I will continue fighting off thoughts of you. I will keep living just fine. I will keep taking care of myself and my kids, I will keep pushing to improve my life, and I will keep trying to do good in the world…. But I will always miss you, Alexis. I will always regret how things turned out. I will never stop hoping you show up at the door again one day. I love you. 

Looking for some advice and this seemed like a great place to ask!
We own a small independent pizza shop, and are working on opening up a coffee shop for my wife. Not on the restaurant Equipment business.
I recently saw the Red Lobster Auctions and while I didn't need 90% of the stuff, I saw a great opportunity to get a full POS, lots of plates, smallwares, etc, for a deal.
We actually were outbid but the winner failed to pay so it was offered to us. Awesome! Except then the trouble started.
The auctions were listed as Entire Restaurant Contents. There was a "Sample" inventory list but it was noted that items would vary by location. In the photos on the auction were two items of great interest: A large Ice Maker and a Conveyor Dish Washer.
Thursday evening I contacted two movers who specialized in restaurants (which actually cost significantly more than the auction itself), due to all the stuff being listed as having to be our by end of day Friday. Then I was told the pickup window was actually only 6 hours (9 AM to 3 PM), no big deal though, hired one more mover.
Next bit of trouble came after paying for the auction, which is when they sent an exclusions list. On it there were two exclusions of concern: Dishwashers (if Eco Lab Branded) and Ice Makers in some locations. I verified the pictures of the Dishwasher, no Eco Lab branding, phew. Verified that the ice maker was not only in the list of items but also in the pictures. Figure my location must not exclude it, otherwise why show 5 pictures detailing it.
Then my team arrives. Everything is gone except for the big equipment. The televisions at the bar, the pots, pans, cleaning supplies, smallwares, blenders, mixer. The only things left was the large equipment, most of which was connected, and tables / booths.
For reference on this next parts, my bid on live auction was on Monday, this was now Friday. Two representatives were on site: The old General Manager representating Red Lobster, and a sub contractor representing the interests of the auction company.
When asked about all the missing equipment, the General Manager said they bought a large dumpster on Wednesday and all her team came in and threw everything away in the dumpster, which was already gone. Extremely unlikely, as I doubt Red Lobster would spend the money to throw away items that they're auctioning off. It got even weirder when "employees" showed up and were overheard talking about picking up items from the restaurant.
While my team leader tried to sort all of that out, the rest of my guys went to work on disassembling items. Except, Everytime they touched something (undercounter bar cooler, bar taps, booths, etc) they were told, "Oh no, that's not included," or, "Someone else already bought that."
After about 2 hours of back and forth, the on site representation finally conceded to let us take MOST of the stuff that was still there (which wasn't much). Because of the now reduced time of only 4 hours, most of the valuable stuff being gone already, and the high end items like the dishwasher and ice machine now being excluded, we only filled 2 of the 3 trucks.
I have called the auction company and apparently they said that my experience was not alone, and they were currently having a warroom on what to do next because of all the issues. They said they will likely have some solutions in how to make it right on Monday. The representative on site tried to get my team to sign a waiver of liability before leaving, but we refused.
What can I expect from this process now, and do I have any legal recourse? I would have thought that the buildings would have been secured to prevent theft while the auction was going on but obviously not. My biggest concern is that, while my costs weren't horrible at 15k, only $5500 was to the actual auction, the rest was to transportation. I certainly have concerns now that I won't be able to make my money back, let alone a profit. I know that it's a gamble, but I feel like this experience was borderline fraudulent. Any suggestions?
ETA:
If nothing else, I feel like the auction violates the law in my state (Florida), as there is a statute that covers misrepresenting facts. Specifically FSS 468.388 Subsection 11b 1 through 3 which reads:
No licensed auctioneer, apprentice, or auction business may disseminate or cause to be disseminated any advertisement or advertising which is false, deceptive, misleading, or untruthful. Any advertisement or advertising shall be deemed to be false, deceptive, misleading, or untruthful if it:
1. Contains misrepresentations of facts.
2. Is misleading or deceptive because, in its content or in the context in which it is presented, it makes only a partial disclosure of relevant facts.
3. Creates false or unjustified expectations of the services to be performed.
The auctions were listed as Entire contents, with the only exclusions listed on the auction in the terms being "Photos may show items that are not included in auction (e.g., infrastructure, HVAC, plumbing, etc."
Here's the link for anyone interested in how it was presented
https://bid.restaurantequipment.bid/Public/Auction/AuctionItemDetail?AuctionItemId=NZQh8wj3FOYwR439WdiUvw%3d%3d&AuctionId=S5YS%2bHqu8A9zcHp0d1tyMg%3d%3d&pageNumber=WddRnDis30ojx01x46RicQ%3d%3d&pageSize=WddRnDis30ojx01x46RicQ%3d%3d

I recently got my first car its a 5 speed manual and i have driven it twice for about 30 mins each time in a empty parking lot first day stalled like 7 times today when i drove only twice and it was at the beginning but i keep letting the clutch out to fast right when i feel the car start shaking out of muscle memory by just wanting to let go as soon as something feels wrong even though thats when i need to slowly let go and i cannot get the hang of that its got a little better but right now my mind is just everywhere as soon as i get behind the wheel i have a great teacher with patience that does not yell or anything but when i start letting go of the clutch it takes me like 10 seconds or more to do so and im scared im gonna let it out to fast and i cannot get the timing correct with the gas either what are the best tips to kinda get faster with starting i can stop fine everytime its easy to me to just press in clutch and brake but the part im struggling the most with is starting and shifting into second.

We like both of these options but the Perceptions Tribe 11.5 would obviously save a lot of money since we will be buying two. We plan to use them for lakes, rivers with gentle current, and maybe getting to a coast with them someday. We want some good storage (I dream of spending a few days kayaking/camping in the boundary waters) and enough space for a medium-sized dog to potentially join us one day (don’t have one yet).
It seems the Tarpon has some fancier components to it but perhaps the Tribe can handle a bit more waves due to the shape of the hull? I also like that they can stack for storage. What else sets these two apart that we should take into consideration…?
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Most of you know that I was always critical of Karen. Some of you attacked me for being misogynist at the time. The honest truth is that it had nothing to do with her being a woman. As a person who values education very highly, I could simply not understand how a BA became CEO of such a big company with zero prior CEO experience. But then, the response was interesting too. I started receiving private messages from random people, some fresh accounts, some regulars on this board, some claiming to know Karen, speaking very poorly of her and her past. I have no idea who these people were. I didn't respond to many of these PMs.
Call after call, decision after decision, it became worse. She surrounded herself with previous friends and co-workers. Got rid of tangible cash flow positive businesses (which by the way, could have very likely helped them secure the debt today, if they had them today, like those clinics could very likely be a collateral to a lender).
I was apprehensive about this stock since the day we had a sudden management change. From that moment, I wanted to sell and take my loss elsewhere. I started talking about WELL here. Any money I wanted to put in CloudMD, I redirected to WELL, and now have a decent position there. Why did I not sell DOC? My prior experiences with penny stocks told me that the market always overreacts significantly to news and there will be a healthy bounce back up somewhere. I was trying to outsmart the market and exit on a bounce. It was stupid. I learned a lesson. The flood of bad news never stopped. Something about releasing an investor presentation between two terrible earnings releases and slashing the revenue by an additional 10 million in your investor presentation didn't help. Like they were trying to sabotage it. Conference calls were awful. I won't repeat myself.
I was not really interested in being a mod here either. I particularly didn't want to be a mod after management changed, because I wanted to sell this at the first opportunity and get the hell out. Headwax asked me to be a second pair of eyes, and out of the curiosity of understanding what being a mod on a sub like this involves, I accepted. With HW's main gone, now I have become the sole mod.
Fast forward to the recent deal. I am seeing a flood of comments and reports on here from fresh accounts, and I can only imagine that these are company insiders or people very close to the management. Someone shared Karen's number publicly on this sub. An account with a questionable comment history immediately reported it as doxxing. I was late to see the report, so the number stayed up here for a while. In the meantime, this user keeps messaging me on how I am a useless mod (yes, thank you, I never wanted to be one) because I hadn't yet removed that comment containing Karen's alleged number, whereas I had previously removed comments calling "Headwax," Karen. I have no recollection of removing a comment that called Headwax, Karen, but this removed comment was by another user, so they very likely gave away a Reddit secondary account. Who is this random person reporting comments, and how do they so specifically point out a comment calling Headwax, Karen from the past?
Another user posted about how we can report the company to OSC yesterday. It was immediately met with crowd control (i.e. many people reported the post right away as being "harassment" and Reddit removed it automatically), whereas there was nothing harassing about the post whatsoever. It was sharing useful information. I allowed it, and most of you endorsed and welcomed it. So who are these people who are reporting these posts that allow us to legally look into this transaction? Clearly, they are being notified of everything that goes on here and are first to try to manipulate the moderation. What interests are they serving?
I am left to believe there are insiders lurking this sub. There are people who are trying to sway and influence us. This is, in my limited investing experience, unprecedented and so unprofessional.
To say that this deal is absurd, in terms of its valuation, is an understatement. It's at a P/S of 0.1 and a P/B of 0.13 (just think that through for a second. If the assets are worth 1/7th of what management claims on book, selling the parts out of bankruptcy could yield them more - now companies rarely sell at a P/B of 1). It's really difficult to see if this deal is actually better than bankruptcy or not. The assets may actually yield more in a bankruptcy court even after lawyer fees. I have never seen anything so absurd in my life.
Their contracts alone, given their ARR, should be worth way more than 10 mil to a competitor. So why is a competitor not buying this, even if they have to fire everyone and trash everything, and simply takeover the contracts?
How on earth was the refinancing left to reach this point when time and time again they reassured us it's no problem? What the hell were they doing?
I don't have an answer. I can just say that it smells really fishy.
As a heads up, I am sick and tired of being a mod here. It's taking too much time. I wanted to add someone else as a mod and leave, but I am a rookie, and can't even figure out how to add another mod on reddit. Given what I am witnessing, I worry that if I leave, someone with ulterior motives might take over the sub and sabotage any opportunity for you all to discuss this. But don't be surprised if I am gone one day and the sub is left without a mod. Being a school teacher is not my cup of tea.

I (16f) him (17m) So this boy and I have some kind of a “situation ship” so he and I were really good friend but sometimes he was cold and just ignored me and sometimes he was normal and just talked to me and that was an on and of thing but I didn’t really pay much attention to it. So one day he was playing 8 ball poll and I entered the room and he started to make some goals and then he said “ you are my lucky charm” and I didn’t say anything and then he proceeded to take off his necklace and give it to me and I took it and put it on without saying anything. And then the other day we went to eat at some place and I was wearing a t-shirt so it was cold outside so he give me his jacket and I took it and put it on and we we at to eat with other friends so we sat down to eat our food so me and this other girl wanted water so the to guys that were with they got up to bring us water so they guy that I hade a thing with said he is gonna bring me water Beacuse he is my friend so he said it in our language so it sounded like more then friends. So this guy became cold after that day so this another guy I know told me that the guy I hade a thing with said that I bagged him for his necklace and that we got in the toilet together when nothing of that happened, so I was angry and returned his necklace and jacket at the same time and I didn’t have him directly I gave it to one of his friends and wrote it to him and he just replied with “ok” and after that he blocked me everywhere so what should I do now ?

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Synopsis:
Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
Chapter 241: Until Now
The doors to the Hartzwiese Adventurer’s Guild opened.
Before, the sound of raucous laughter could be heard flooding the street outside, filling the quiet of a spring night with all the debauchery the local drunkards had to offer.
Despite the halls of adventurers not being formal drinking establishments, those within were ready to compete in boisterousness with all the taverns, inns and pubs of the town combined. And also win. Handily.
And yet–
The moment the doors parted and I stepped within, a hush as quiet as any grave fell over its inhabitants.
A woman balancing with her derrière upon the head of another became still, the alcohol in her cup the only movement as it dribbled onto a stunned face below her.
A man slurping from the communal cauldron stared wordlessly, the stew pouring in, and then out of his mouth as the muscles of his throat forgot the means to swallow.
A bartender asleep upon a row of kegs quietly rose, the sudden din of silence waking him where the sound of debauchery and those drinking from the taps beside him had failed.
Here, there, and everywhere, eyes widened as the sudden silence was filled with the sounds of my footsteps as I strolled past, my loyal handmaiden and my brother’s attendant in my wake.
And also–
Mreow.
Mrewowow.
Meww.
Cats.
Tabby cats.
Calico cats.
Ragdoll cats.
Cats with twirly whiskers. Cats with puffy faces. Cats with slightly rounded ears.
Behind me, skipping around my legs while taking turns to sit upon my shoulders and very occasionally my head, were a legion of cats of various shapes, sizes and colours.
But no matter the springiness of their whiskers, the shine of their coat or the liveliness of their tails, one thing to bring them all together was the anarchy they caused.
This was no neat line of ducklings following after their mother.
This was a barbarian horde.
With no sense of organisation other than a shared drive to claim everything as their own, they immediately skipped amidst the stunned adventurers, scavenging for all the copious scraps while still turning their noses away from the alcohol forming sticky traps upon the floor.
Saying nothing, I allowed their demanding cries to fill up the hall as I swept forwards, pausing before a wall plastered from end to end with faded notices and requests long gone unanswered.
One by one, I systemically tore every request featuring a crudely drawn image of a cat, gathering into my arms a pile of parchment large enough to reach my chin.
Then, I made my way to the wooden desk.
A receptionist waited with a smile at the ready.
“Greetings! Welcome to the Hartzwiese branch of the Adventurer’s Guild. I see you’ve removed several notices from the–”
Poomph.
Silenced but unperturbed, this latest clone watched as I dropped the stack of requests onto her desk, before promptly topping off the stack with a copper ring.
“Do what must be done,” I said, my voice defiant. “I am ready.”
The receptionist answered me with a smile more permanent than the wall the notices were torn from.
A moment later–
“[Identify].”
A green hue appeared in her clasped palms as she assessed the ring.
“Juliette. B-rank. Your registered branch is Reitzlake.”
The sound of several cups clattered against the floor.
“Welcome again to Hartzwiese. I see from your commission history that you have an extraordinary amount of completions for recovering lost cats. May I assume the significant number of cats now roaming the branch hall relate to the notices removed from the wall?”
I pursed my quivering lips.
“Maybe.”
“Wonderful. And how many cats is it that you’ve rescued?”
“... Lots.”
“I see. Please give me a moment while I confirm the requirements of our commissions.”
The receptionist swiftly retrieved a stack of parchment from a drawer.
As she flicked through, her eyes simultaneously went to every cat roaming, napping and clawing in the hall. A skill not even monstrous overseers from the abyss with their dozens of eyestalks could match. But that’s only to be expected.
Wherever these receptionists were found, it was from a level deeper than any monster dared roam.
Eventually, she gave a nod.
“Thank you for waiting. There appears to be an excess of cats in relation to the number of commissions we have available. We’ll endeavour to ensure that every cat is rehomed at the earliest opportunity through our partner agencies and charities. But unfortunately, I can only provide official acknowledgement for cats rescued through a formal commission.”
I sucked in a deep breath, hoping that patience was one of the things I accidentally inhaled.
“Fine. And how many commissions does that end up being, then? … 10? 15?”
The receptionist flicked through her bundle of parchments once more.
“94.”
“... Excuse me?”
“I can confirm the successful completion of 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions. Congratulations. This is a new record, breaking what appears to be one earlier set by yourself. A remarkable achievement befitting a B-rank member of the guild.”
The receptionist’s professional smile never wavered.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
But then–
She slowly brought her hands together … and started applauding.
It was the leak which broke the dam.
At once, she was joined by all who were present to witness this crowning moment of regret.
I turned around in time to see a riot in motion.
“W-Wooooooooooo!!!!”
“In … Incredible …”
“A new record … I … I heard it was broken in Trierport … to think I’d witness it broken again!”
“A B-rank adventurer … ?! Where … Where did she come from … ?!”
There was no polite, respectful applause here.
It was the wild cheering of a crowd at a tournament. The whooping cries of theatregoers calling for an encore. The acclaim of my father as he elbowed others to delight in the poetry I’d written when I was 6 and thus now regularly attempted to burn.
Everywhere I turned, I saw and heard the acclaim mixed with shouts of horror as mugs of alcohol were spilled on purpose and by accident. The layabouts stomped on the floor, doing their best to murder decorum under the strain of unbridled emotion.
Only a few falling teardrops formed any hint of more dignified revelry, the glimmer of admiration running down cheeks as sniffles were hidden amidst the raucous cheering.
And then I bore witness to the most morbid sight.
Like a tidal wave of soiled clothes and snotty faces, they suddenly came as one, hands reaching out for me with dripping mugs still in their grips. Horror struck at my soul. And unlike a farmer who’d scarpered into the night, I had nobody who could heal a wound caused by hooligans accepting me as their own.
“A-Amazing!! Take my drink! Take anyone’s drink!!”
“So many cats rescued … even my allergies can’t believe it!”
“My gods, it’s a legend! An adventurer among adventurers!”
This.
This right here.
This was the lowest point of my life … were I not an unparalleled genius.
“Oho … ohoho …”
At once, the wave halted.
Faces which were lit up in unabashed delight turned to looks of mild confusion against the tinkling music of my laughter.
They needed to cycle through the expressions until they reached horror and shame.
“Ohhohohohohohoho!!”
… For I was no drunkard seeking to join their ranks!
No … I was Juliette Contzen, 3rd Princess to the Kingdom of Tirea!
And that meant every action I took, every word I spoke, and every cat I saved was for a reason beyond the hopes and dreams these hoodlums had of wanton debauchery and rusting swords!
Indeed!
A lesser princess than I may slink away into the night, cowed by the utter shame, humiliation and disgrace of completing so many F-ranked requests that I somehow broke a record I’d only just set!
But I was made of greater things!
Of schemes and subterfuges so deep that it would take too long to explain! The plots I weaved were a silken web more intricate than any cogs which made up Coppelia as she doubled up, desperately trying to stop herself from succumbing to more pain from laughter!
And that meant with every cat request now denied to these louts … they would finally do some work!
“Ohoho … ohohohohoho!! Behold and be afraid! Witness before you the coming of a new dawn, here to lift you from your days of boundless reverie! Unfurl the shutters and gaze upon a radiance so pure it brands your dallying minds! The scorching sun has come to test the snail’s back, and all that your bleary eyes see is a great salt lake to devour you whole! Shrivel as you cling upon the sweat which drips upon your brow, for that is the proof you’re yet alive!”
A sudden silence met my proclamation of their coming ordeal.
And then–
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
“I don’t understand! But what a speech!”
“If she can do it, so can we!”
I raised a hand to my lips, barely covering my smile.
“Ohhhohohohohohohoho … !”
Here it was!
Operation: Gainful Employment!
An entirely new strategy, as bold as it was uncharted!
By removing what was surely the vast majority of missing cat quests available to the adventurers of this town, they would have no choice, utterly none whatsoever, but to engage in actual work! The type of work adventurers openly advertised themselves as doing!
Monster subjugation! Crime prevention! Fetching artifacts from hidden dungeons and then succumbing to their wounds at the entrance while the Royal Treasury pocketed the treasure!
Yes, this was clearly a highly experimental tactic.
But what was I, if not a bastion of creativity?
At the very least, I utterly refused to accept the status quo! An organisation dedicated exclusively to rescuing lost cats or elbowing into my kingdom’s sovereign affairs was no good to me!
Thus … I could not cower like some towngirl nauseous from the smell of their revelry.
Instead, I would squeeze the Adventurer’s Guild dry until the day I replaced them with an army of trained poodles. Until that joyous day, I could never tear my eyes away when they waited to be robbed.
To do so was more than a dereliction of duty …
Why, I’d be an accomplice to their drunken escapades!
My vow remained unchanged. For my goal, I would brave any indignity. The ring I was hoping the receptionist would forget to return was proof of that.
And thus–
I stood tall as a summer reed, proud in the knowledge that I had no need to feel even an inkling of embarrassment over completing 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions! …
“Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.”
“S-Stop at once! You are not to laugh!”
“Pffffttt~”
“C-Coppelia!!”
Clearly not seeing the angel of self-sacrifice who I was, Coppelia held one hand tightly around her mouth. Even so, she failed to stop either the sound of her amusement or the tears falling from her eyes.
My only salvation was that it came at significant cost to her. Even now, she careened between laughter and painful regret.
I decided to offer both her and myself mercy.
Turning to the receptionist, I found a modest pouch already waiting upon the wooden desk. As well as a copper ring waiting beside it.
“Thank you for your service to the Adventurer’s Guild,” said the receptionist, her professional smile undaunted by the commotion. “Your total remuneration is 102 gold crowns, 7 silver crowns and 9 copper crowns. I’ve taken the liberty to compile all your separate payments together.”
I took the pouch and ignored the ring.
The receptionist pushed the ring forwards.
A long moment later, I collected it, uncertain what a receptionist would do if I tossed it into the communal cauldron, but knowing it would somehow still end up on my finger regardless.
With my head held high, I bravely ignored the chorus of voices unknowingly cheering for their own hardship as I swept past. Renewed tears and applause filled the hall. A few cats attempted to follow me. I stopped to shoo them away.
And then I was outside, the door closing behind me.
“... Goodness, that was quite the sight,” said Renise with a bemused smile. “It reminded me somewhat of the inns of Reitzlake’s docks. I wonder if all the halls of adventurers are like that, or merely those which you frequent?”
“Please don’t insinuate I’m responsible for the debauchery which occurs wherever the Adventurer’s Guild is concerned. That’s something I can claim no credit for.”
“You say that … but to me, it seems that you caused quite a stir. That really is a remarkable number of cats you rescued, after all. Even I can tell that 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions–”
“Miss Renise.”
The maid’s smile wavered against whatever fatigued expression I was making.
A moment later, it fell away entirely as she switched to her role as my brother’s attendant and the leader of whatever scoundrels he’d charged her with herding.
“... Yes, I suppose there’s time for idle conversation later. There’s a guardhouse nearby. We should report on all that’s happened tonight.”
I gave a nod of agreement.
Hopefully, the baroness hadn’t woken from her stupor yet. But if she had, I was certain the single portrait of myself I’d returned to the wall of her gallery to smile down at her gagged and bound state would calm her nerves.
Renise hummed towards the direction of Hartzwiese’s centre, before returning her attention to me.
“If you wish to keep your identity incognito, I can see guards sent to where they’re needed using my own authority, and arrange for the appropriate seizure of the goods and crowns we’ve discovered.”
I beamed at once.
My, so prudent! It’s little wonder she was chosen by Roland!
“A judicious offer. And one I’ll accept gladly, providing the burden isn’t too severe.”
“This is merely an administrative task, and little burden compared to what both yourself and Miss Coppelia regularly perform. In any event, it is only efficient. I expect I’ll be spending a significant amount of time at the baroness’s farmstead. It is quite extensive. If possible, I would like to make use of it for Rose House. I imagine having such a facility close to the Granholtz border would have its uses.”
I nodded, already forgetting the barn’s existence.
“I encourage you to use your discretion as required. My brother has put his trust in you, and so I both expect and know that you shall not disappoint in furthering the kingdom’s prosperity.”
The young woman smiled. One filled with appreciation, but also lacking ambition.
Good.
An excellent combination as far as retainers were concerned.
“Thank you. Although I worry you place too much trust in my abilities. In truth, those like Baroness Arisa would have made for a greater asset to the kingdom. Her resourcefulness must be acknowledged.”
“It is not resourcefulness my kingdom requires. It is loyalty. And hers is a pit so empty it drains others.”
“That’s true. But at least we were able to acquire some useful things from her nonetheless.”
Renise pulled out a tiny vial from the belt around her thigh.
A golden liquid was stored within, glimmering with an unnatural light.
“These were in her chamber,” she said, her eyes lacking emotion as she surveyed the bright liquid. “When we met, she actually attempted to purchase my loyalty with this.”
“A suspect vial. How quaint. And what miracle did she promise?”
“One that would wake my parents from their curse of eternal slumber.”
“... And is it?”
“I don’t believe so, no. This is one of many identical vials I found in her chamber’s desk drawer. All prominently labelled with instructions to only drink as required to stave off the effects of bloating.”
Renise returned the vial to her belt with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“It’s still useful,” she admitted. “But just not for what I require.”
I gave a simple nod as my reply.
Nothing else needed to be said.
She hoped to see her parents wake from their prison of dormancy. An understandable wish. And one I wasn’t required to supplement with the comment that no pair named the Smuggler King and the Smuggler Queen were likely to receive as light a sentence as their daughter.
I could not speak on behalf of Roland. Although I imagined that as a kind man, he would prefer not to pass judgements which were total. But as the Crown Prince, he did not have the luxury of kindness.
It would take much to change their fate.
But perhaps that’s why Renise was here, still proving true, and not accepting stomach ailment potions from a baroness.
A moment of silence followed.
Renise gave a short sigh. And that was that.
She set her eyes on the task ahead–at least until whatever words she’d parted her mouth to say were interrupted by Coppelia’s humming instead.
“Sooooooooooooooo … you just want to wake up two people eternally sleeping, right?”
A small smile met her optimistic voice.
“If a cure were readily available, I’m certain I would have found it by now. I believe one might be possible, but it would take skill and ingredients beyond any apothecary I know of.”
“Well, sure, you could go that way. But what about going straight to the source instead?”
“The source?”
“Sure. They’re asleep, right? So just ask the one in charge of where they are now.”
“I’m … not quite sure I follow?”
Coppelia clapped her hands together and beamed.
“The Spring Court is the realm of dreams. Chances are, they must have shown their faces around a few times by now. If you ask the Spring Queen nicely, she might do you a favour.”
“The Spring Queen? … The fae?”
“Mmh~ luckily, we have someone with connections here!”
Renise was startled out of her reply.
It was nothing compared to me. The one being pointed at.
“Coppelia!” I said, truly aghast at the suggestion. “The fae are not to be taken lightly. Why, I still have nightmares about my conversation with the Winter Queen! I learned a side to royalty that day which I shall never forget … and I’m quite poorer for it!”
“You met … the Winter Queen?” asked Renise, her eyes suddenly wide.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I had zero intention of meeting her, and I’ve just as little intention of meeting any other fae as well. Including the Spring Queen.”
I waved away the coming query to declare what was just as important as my lack of enthusiasm.
“Besides, I’ve not the foggiest idea how I would even hope to use these supposed connections I have.”
“Oh, that’s the easy bit,” said Coppelia, her casual disregard for what counted as ‘easy’ more terrifying than any lout I’d met today. “The hard part is getting them to do what you want. But meeting them? The fae are creatures of stories. If the time is right, they’ll speak to you–one way or another.”
“Then they must book an appointment. One which I can formally reject.”
“I mean, I don’t think you have much choice. You didn’t last time, right?”
“The last time, I was sat beside the Winter Queen’s crown. I see no fae artifacts to hook me away. And that means utterly no scenario in which I could be abducted without my express–”
I suddenly stopped, clasping my hands around my mouth.
A moment later, I raised my arms in a martial art I’d just invented, turning repeatedly on the spot.
Renise blinked at me.
“Excuse me, but what are–”
“Shhshhshh!!”
I paused, gazing intently around at the quiet, dark streets of Hartzwiese, all the while ignoring Coppelia’s giggling at my near miss.
That … That was close!
“O-Oho … oho … I almost invited something terrible. Truly, it’s perhaps best not to needlessly voice things which Fae Queens and their deviant brand of magic could use …”
Coppelia nodded at me, as proud as she was clearly disappointed.
“You’re lucky. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, she’d have snagged you right there and then.”
“No. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, she’d wait until–”
Click.
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I know I will probably get criticized massively for this post but I am going to post anyways.
I understand that everyone is super pessimistic about the Canada Disability Benefit and how everything has been going so far (I have felt this too). I do however have some sort of optimism. As a pleasant discussion, I want to give my thoughts on how this benefit has turned out so far (since budget day).
As we all pretty well know the government has allotted 6.1$B dollars over the next six years to the Canada Disability Benefit and it's implementation. It is guarded behind the gruesome Disability Tax Credit which is completely filled with barriers and doesn't fall in line with the Canada Disability Benefit Act. I do agree that this is something that let the disability community down as it is a well needed measure to lift people with disabilities out of poverty. The amount and application process are fully inadequate and needs to change (I agree with this).
However, just hear me out. My optimistic side is telling me that this truly is just the beginning as everything I have seen from disability organizations (their documents, reports, roundtable discussions, etc.) have all pointed to the same conclusion that this budget allotted is completely inadequate and that the application process is burdensome. From what I have seen they are still advocating/fighting to make this an adequate benefit with a barrier-free application process. Furthermore, my optimistic side is also telling me this truly is just the beginning and not the end of this regulatory process. We still yet to have full regulations implemented into the Act and things can and will change. We still have the Part 1 of the Canada Gazette which would have draft regulations on which the disability community and its organizations can publicly comment on (which I will post the link to when it is available) of which the government should take into account these considerations.
Afterwards, they will finally publish the final regulations in the Part 2 of the Canada Gazette of which would be the final set of regulations before payments start to arrive in July 2025. Remember all the regulations have to be completed by June 22nd, 2025. One year after the Act comes into Force (June 22nd, 2024).
My opinion is that yes it is a terrible amount and application process but it was needed so that there would even be a benefit at all. This budget needs to pass to at least have a benefit. I feel like these are just the initial steps before things get amended because believe it or not there are people who care about us and want us to succeed.
I know we have been let down on multiple occasions but I feel like we all need to be a little more optimistic of the future and advocate just as hard with that positive mindset. Again, I know how you all feel. I am in the same exact position where I am lucky to have one meal a day if anything at all some days.
Thank you for reading and I will finish this off with a quote from Helen Keller.
"Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence."

• Helen Keller

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At 8 months, this became the norm every night. My husband and I accepted our current (hopefully temporary) fate and made our bed safe for bedsharing. I stuck to her usual bedtime routine but did a ton of research and tweaking of wake windows, stopped nursing her to sleep, and other adjustments and we came to the conclusion that it was separation anxiety and we just had to wait it out.
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Do we keep waiting this out? I still follow her bedtime routine and attempt to put her in her crib every night in the hopes that one day it'll just happen. Did it work like magic like that for anyone? What should I do?
I'm uncomfortable with CIO and baby gets more upset with check-ins. My husband can help some nights but many nights he doesn't get home from work until after her bedtime. I've tried gentle sleep training in the past and she wouldn't take to any of it. The best I've been able to do is transition from nursing to sleep to rocking to sleep, and even that is only at bedtime. For naps, she still nurses to sleep and naps on me but I'll tackle that later.
Getting her in her own crib for the night (or at least the first few hours) is my top priority. Self-soothing, sleeping through the night, and solo naps are all secondary.

used the bathroom at work this morning about 15 minutes before my shift started, when i sat down my pen fell out of my hoodie pocket. i didn’t even know i brought it, i always leave it at home. i never smoke at work but most of my coworkers do and are pretty open about it, but our boss doesn’t know.
i bent down to pick up my pen but accidentally stepped on it, and then it buzzed for a solid couple seconds. that freaked me out and i was scared i broke it, so without thinking i took a tiny hit (not enough to get high), just to make sure it still worked. i immediately realized i’d fucked up.
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• Once, I built a forge out of an old bbq grill and give hobby blacksmithing a try!
• I know how to solve a rubik's cube! Not particularly fast, mind you, but I can!
So yeah, I guess that's it? If any of this has interested you, any of it at all, don't hesitate to drop me a message or PM! I'm happy to move to discord whenever, and I'm also okay with exchanging pics once we've chatted a little. Thanks for reading, and have a great evening!