It was a soft little ski town in the North Carolina mountains, five hours from our home in Atlanta. The treeless scar on the face of biggest hill was slick with ice and artificial snow. Southern skiers in rentals tumbled their way down to the rickety chair lifts. A pink sunset lit the still green hills.
The kids were exhausted, pulling themselves out of their snow pants in the backseat while we were parked at the pizza place at the foot of the mountain.
H, our oldest, saw the piano first. Immediately, he started to tremble. He knew what was coming.
You were on your fourth glass of wine when you approached the young guy playing pop songs for ski families on the baby grand. You sat our middle boy, G, about 8 years old then, down beside him on the piano bench and sang loudly along while he played a few bars of whatever he could remember. "I Will Survive." G has always liked performing for you. H waited outside by the car, hyperventilating.
He feels these moments as a repeated trauma, a sort of emotional concussion that always leaves him shaking. You told him he had no right to get anxious about something his brother was doing. You didn't understand what he was feeling. Maybe you didn't care. For him, it was about all the times you'd made him play for strangers. He was afraid.
I stood by the car with him while he shook, not knowing what to say that wouldn't betray you and would somehow keep the fragile peace. I'd spent months sleeping on the couch while you churned. When you were done performing for everyone, you pulled a band sticker you'd made for the boys from your purse and stuck it to the wall by the door. You could find the same sticker in the women's room of every bar and restaurant you'd ever been to in Atlanta. You were building something, turning them into the stars you never got to be.
We piled back in the car and snaked up through the dark hills towards the A frame rental. The boys were quiet in the dark of the backseats. You had brought a plastic cup of wine from the ride back, cheap pinot grigio sloshing with the turns. You were singing along to the spotify stream— a song called “Judy”
"Oh where are you Judy? Where are you Judy? Where are you Judy...." you sang, so excited to hear your special person’s name leave your own mouth. You called out for her then: "Oh Judy!"
For months I'd tried to embrace your relationship with her. On the surface it almost looked like an affair. But I knew you well enough to know it wasn't sexual. It was just that she had become your sun and moon.
In our marriage, you had always had a female friend that meant everything to you. Like Judy, they were usually a little older than you, usually with dark hair. Someone that could be mistaken for a big sister. Without fail, the relationships would end in an eruption. Infatuation turning on a dime into disgust.
The affection for Judy was deeper though than it ever had been before, and I was worried about what it would mean for you when the split inevitably came.
I started a fire in the stone circle beside the A frame once the kids were down in their bunkbeds, and you sat down beside me with more wine, smoke haunting the evergreens and rhododendrons in the darkness.
It was in your eyes then, that black place you go to, a pained trembled in the dark brown pupils. It was never really about the alcohol. It was something deeper and more painful. You were inflamed. “So," you asked me "Do you still want to be with someone like this?” You spat the words, staring into the fire. You were angry and righteous but fearful too, like I’d already gone. The quiet part of you knew what was wrong. Everything else in you blamed me.
“Of course I do,” I said. I knew what it was by then, but I was still looking for answers. Some solution to lift your pain and bring you back. I hadn’t told you yet what the therapist had shared with me. I had swallowed it, a secret I thought I could protect you from long enough to find a way to fix it. Some brilliant therapist or miracle drug that would plaster over the cracks. I didn’t understand why a therapist wouldn't tell a client what they were going through. "She will never accept it," was her justification. "Prepare for divorce."
The same sickness swimming in your eyes had infected me too. It had brought out the worst in me and I would match your anger. Not this night, though. This night I was quiet while you smoldered.
We sat together, a foot of old picnic table bench between us, a wide smile on your face that I didn’t understand.
When the fire was out, we went to our separate beds.

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My husband insisted on having his dad help paint the nursery so she showed up to help on mother’s days and he hasn’t left since. He’s been sleeping on the living room couch since then and I feel like I’m going insane.
The painting isn’t going well and we’re just going to have to cover it ourselves anyways. He is only doing one wall mind you, so over the last 9 days he’s been here, he’s started over and over and over on the same thing every night because he’s not happy with it. He is not painting a mural in case you were wondering if the circumstances warranted nine days of work on one small wall.
I just want his dad to leave. I don’t care about the painting at all at this point. He can paint a dick on the wall and call it good for all I care now. I just want him to go home.
I want to have privacy and be comfortable in my home. I want the baby furniture and baby gifts to not be sitting in our entryway until the painting is done. I don’t want to tiptoe around all day while I WFH because his dad is asleep in the living room until 1 pm every day. I want to be able to use the bathroom at night without going in to a toilet full of someone else’s piss and the seat up. I want to be able to hang my towel in the bathroom Without someone else using it. I want to be able to clean the house on my weekend without working around someone sleeping in the living room.
We never discussed him staying the night at all, let alone for over a week.
We are having a baby shower at our hosie in two weeks and it’s been difficult to prepare the house with him here. I can barely focus on deep cleaning because I am trying to keep up with the extra daily cleaning.
I snapped tonight and told my husband my entire family would be coming over to our house for dinner (for the first time ever) this weekend, so he has a sharp deadline to help with the deep cleaning that needs to be done. He was so upset that I would invite them with such short notice when we have so much work to do, and also added, “what if my dad’s still painting?” He went into a panic because it would be embarrassing to host anyone with the current state of the house.
My family isn’t actually coming over, but I want him to feel the level of anxiety and discomfort I’ve been feeling because of his lack of boundaries with his family.
I drove two hours this morning to work in person to get away. I’m working in person again tomorrow and if his dad is still there when I get home, I’ll be turning right around and sleeping elsewhere.
I am seriously against any of his family visiting postpartum after this and will be implementing a strict time limit for any guests.

This is just me rambling and venting. I’m going to preface this with the fact that I love my LO. I’m so grateful to have her. She’s everything I wanted and I would do it all again. I’m blessed to be home with my LO. Mostly due to the fact that my whole paycheck would go towards daycare. So might as well just stay home with my baby, right?
My LO is a month old, and a Velcro baby. I’m so sick of trying to sleep. Every ounce of free time is spent trying to sleep. I’m so sleep deprived and bored. I can’t fix being bored because then I’m more sleep deprived. If I do something to alleviate feeling bored then I lose the 1 to 3 hours of sleep I can sometimes get. Every minute of every day and night is spent taking care of LO, trying to get a meal, clean up a bit, get a shower, brush my teeth, or sleep. Mostly unsussesfully on all accounts except (I hope) taking care of my LO. I’m tired, depressed, and bored.
My lovely husband works an extremely demanding job for not a lot of pay. It’s the nature of where we live. We are saving to chase a better cost of living/sallery. He does what he can. But mostly I’m on my own. He tries and constantly apologizes for being useless because he can’t stay awake on his days off. I always tell him he’s doing exactly what I need him to do. There isn’t a budget to make things easier by buying premade food, a house cleaner, babysitter ect. The help I do have from family I use to catch up on sleep. I’m so bored it’s fueling my being depressed. I miss going to the gym with hubby, I miss grocery shopping, I miss my hobbies, I miss feeling human. This is such a big adjustment, I’m holding out for that 3 month mark everyone talks about. Heck I lost sleep to just write this post. I’m gonna hope LO sleeps a bit longer and try to join her in dream land.

After Luds comment on his last stream I did a quick Reddit search and found this post from 9yrs ago in sex by U/LudwigAhgren
Note: It was a funny read and definitely in his charming grammar style.
Note 2: Some of things do not work anymore but, a few still do.
“The Ultimate Guide to Shaving Your Pubes for Beginners (Men)
If you have a bush like Brillo^© , or just want to trim up the forrest so others can pass safely, you're in the right place.
I split groin hair into 5 different groups. Below I have listed the difficulty of each area as well as what kind of shave each area shall receive.
This is what we want the end product to look like. (His pubes look like the mustache of almighty Zeus himself!)

Pubic Hair	Ball Hair	Taint/Gooch Hair	High Thigh Hair	Shaft Hair
Easiest to shave. Needs to be trimmed down (No new-born baby penis look)	Scariest/Most Difficult to shave. This will be a clean shave.	Moderate difficulty. Up to shaver, but I prefer a clean shave.	Easy to shave. This will be a clean shave.	Nicks can happen here easily. This will be a clean shave.

Tools Needed: Shaving cream (MUST - Practice before which shaving cream works best! Sometimes Conditioner can work better),
electric razor (The side that pops out I will refer to as buzzer and the side with the guard I will refer to as electric razor from here on out)
A Women’s! shaving razor (women’s razors have a much higher guard and will protect better than one for men.
 
*PLEASE BE PREPARED!* I mean it’s your balls we’re talking about here…
 
Step 1: The first step will be to shave the pubic hair. Depending on how much hair is down there, you have the option to go at it with scissors like a harbor before throwing the buzzer down there. If you have an average amount (2”>x) then go at it with the buzzer. Hover your family jewels over the toilet, you may even choose to sit like a cool substitute teacher. Brush the square side of the buzzer backwards across your pubes vertically. It may seem as if it isn’t doing anything but trust me you’re losing hair faster than LeBraun James. Continue this until you deem it short enough, I like my pubes around 1/2”.
Note Make sure the pubes length is even throughout, focusing on areas that with longer hair to insure optimum symmetry, bitches love symmetry. Use a mirror!
 
Step 2: Now you’ll want to ‘square’ out your hair and completely shave off any outliers around your pubes. Perhaps you have a leaky happy trail? Or maybe your pubes are ‘fading’ in. Either way you’ll want this instead of this (not penis don’t fret) Use a mirror to make sure it’s not lopsided.
 
Step 3: Here we are going to tackle that upper thigh hair that encompasses the whole male crotch area. Now get all nakey if you aren’t already and hop in that shower. Make sure the water is warm because you’re going to be in there for a while. Whip out you’re shaving cream of choice, I use this because it makes the blade glide across my nuts (phrase of the day!). To be fair I am more metrosexual than most gay men. Anyway(!) lather that shaving cream on to you’re upper thigh, above the pubes and right around the taint (make sure the water isn’t washing it all away) and start shaving those areas. The shaving razor will insure that these areas are hair-free.
Note Make sure the blade follows the surface of the skin. You want max blade to skin contact.
 
Step 4: Here’s my favorite part. Shaving the shaft. Why is it my favorite? It adds an inch to your perceived dick length (now your dick will look like it’s an inch long^rekt. Extend your dick by pulling out your head. It will give a similar surface on the base of the dick to an erect penis. Now with the shaving cream and razor, shave the front part of the base, while always making sure the base is flat. Then do each side, trying your best to make the area being shaved flat. A flat area not only allows the razor to get more hair, it also prevents little nicks that can occur. I’ll refer back to Davidfor how far down the base you should shave.
Note If you look at the pic of David, you’ll notice he shaved the area to the right and left of his penis. That is totally you’re call, I have no opinion I find both to by stylish in their own penis way.
 
Step 5: The balls. AKA Holyshitiamsoscarediamgoingtochopmynutsoff. You may be tempted to skip this part, but trust me, hairy balls do not look good when the rest has been shaved. If you start this, you must to finish it. You are the chosen one. You are supposed to bring balance to your pubes, not leave them in darkness! Do it for the (potential) children.
Back to the balls. We’re going to first start with the outside balls. To do this get in your best captain stance which creates a nice U shape between your thigh and outer left/right ball. This is the kind of U Brett Farve has been talking about. Now, using that handy shaving cream and razor, this should be quite easy. Gently go up that are and always going along the grain. Don’t switch up directions here, that’s too ballsy.
After that’s done we’re going to drift away from the pubes for just a bit. Throw some shaving cream on the taint (this is the area that prevents you from shitting on your balls) and you’ll want to shave from your asshole to the base of your balls. Always going in that direction. IMPORTANT If you touch your taint (ew you’re gross) you’ll notice there is a line. Kind of feels like hair running from your asshole to your balls. It’s actually a vein that controls your orgasms. DO NOT SHAVE ON THIS VEIN Shave to the left and right of it. Don’t go directly on it. I don’t think anything will happen if you do… but better safe than orgasmless.
 
Step 6: Back to the balls and the last part of the shaving in the shower. This part is difficult and to be honest I’m not sure of the best way to approach this. Balls are weird and that they have no fucking shape and 2 million wrinkles. I like to first take my electric razor and use the buzzer part of it. Then I just air swipe my balls getting all the hair about 1/4” short. Then I take the shaving cream and focus on specific parts squeezing my balls to get maximum surface area. This seems to work out for me, but keeping it 1/4 of an inch isn’t that big of a deal. Hair that short is difficult to notice and ladies/men will still suck your nuts.
Note Loosen up before shaving your balls. Take deep breaths and relax. Make sure your asshole isn’t clenched because that raises your balls. And if you’re down there shaving with a clenched asshole, and for any reason your asshole unclenches, you’re balls will drop (again) and hell will break loose. It is better to shave them while they are low and have them clench upwards.
 
Step 7: Clean up all the pubes off of your body. This is no simple task. Water is an adhesive so you’ll have to detach the shower head and put that all up in your business. I like to turn on the bath and use that heavy rush of water to cleanse my body of those clingy cutoff pubes. Hop out the shower, dry off and look at your masterpiece Michelangelo. But you are not done yet!
 
Step 8: Similar to barbers, you will have missed a few hair and you’ll probably have a few 2 inch hairs amongst you’re gently coiffed pubes. Grab a pair of nail scissors or whatever tool you prefer and chop those suckers off. The majority will be on your balls. A fun thing I like to do that is totally fucking weird, is pulling long pubes on my balls and plucking them off. It is surprisingly easy to do so because of the loose ball skin. Don’t yank it out like a band-aid though or you’ll need a band-aid (Ha Ha.. I’m not funny)
 
Voila, you’re done. Get some aftershave on those freshly shaven balls to disinfect your nicks and make those meaty knockers smell like a man. Congratulations and I hope I was of some help!
 
Edit 1: Let't talk about asshole hair, (what a great conversation start^{furiouslyjotsdown)} that area can be shaved and it can look/feel good! But personally, I like to keep my Brown Eye of Sauron to myself. No traveller has dared venture down so I feel no need to shave.
Edit 2: One of my ball shaving colleagues has alerted me that the 'taint vein' is actually, "[A] scar, from where the skin fuses before birth and is called the perineal raphe." (Google it for some nice visuals)
 
Thank you all for the great response! Being on the front page of sex is something all my future employers will be impressed by. I recently shaved and I seriously mistook my junk for King David's jewels (obviously he is miles bigger) and I thought I'd right down exactly what I did.”

T Nagar, a vibrant hub in Chennai, beckons travelers with its bustling textile markets, historical landmarks, and delicious South Indian cuisine. However, for travelers with disabilities, concerns about accessibility can sometimes overshadow the excitement of exploration. The good news is, that many T Nagar hotels are prioritizing inclusivity, offering a range of features in their T Nagar hotel rooms to ensure a comfortable and enjoyable stay for all guests.
Importance of Accessible Hotel Rooms:
According to the World Health Organization (WHO), roughly 15% of the global population experiences some form of disability. In India, this translates to a significant number of people who might hesitate to travel due to accessibility concerns. By incorporating inclusive features in T Nagar hotel rooms, hotels can cater to this large and diverse demographic, promoting equal access to travel experiences.
Inclusive Features in T Nagar Hotel Rooms:
Here's a breakdown of some key features that make T Nagar hotel rooms more accessible:

1. Accessible Entrances and Common Areas: Look for hotels with ramps or elevators with wider doors to ensure smooth entry and navigation within the hotel premises.
   
2. Accessible Guest Rooms: Many T Nagar hotels offer specially designed guest rooms with features like:
   

• Wider Doorways: Wider doorways in the main entrance and bathroom of the room allow for easier maneuvering of wheelchairs or mobility aids.
• Lowered Light Switches and Thermostats: Controls for lights, thermostats, and other amenities should be placed at a convenient height and easily accessible for guests using wheelchairs.
• Grab Bars in Bathrooms: Grab bars strategically placed near the toilet, shower, and bathtub provide additional support and enhance safety in the bathroom.
• Roll-in Showers: Shower stalls with a zero-threshold entry or a ramped entrance allow for easy access for guests using wheelchairs.
• Handheld Shower Wands: Handheld shower wands offer greater flexibility and convenience, especially for guests with limited mobility.
• Accessible Shower Seats: Shower seats provide a safe and comfortable place for guests to bathe while seated.
• Visual Fire Alarms with Bed Shakers: Visual fire alarms with flashing lights and bed shakers alert guests with hearing impairments in case of emergencies.
• Lowered Closet Rods and Shelves: Closets and shelves with lowered rods and accessible storage areas allow guests using wheelchairs to reach belongings easily.

Considerations for Accessible Travel:
Beyond the room itself, some T Nagar hotels offer additional services to enhance the accessibility experience:

1. Accessible Parking: Designated parking spaces closer to the hotel entrance with wider aisles can be a major convenience for guests with disabilities.
   
2. Wheelchair Rentals: Some hotels might offer wheelchair rentals for guests who require them during their stay.
   
3. Accessible Restaurant Seating: Restaurants within the hotel should offer accessible seating arrangements, ensuring comfortable dining experiences.
   
4. Trained Staff: Ideally, hotel staff should be trained to understand and cater to the needs of guests with disabilities, providing a more welcoming and inclusive environment.
   

Finding Accessible T Nagar Hotel Rooms:
Here are some tips for finding T Nagar hotel rooms with the necessary accessibility features:

1. Utilize Search Filters: Many online travel booking platforms allow you to filter hotels based on accessibility features. Look for filters like "accessible room" or "wheelchair accessible."
   
2. Contact the Hotel Directly: Don't hesitate to contact the hotel directly and inquire about specific accessibility features available in their rooms. This ensures you get the most accurate and up-to-date information.
   
3. Read Online Reviews: Travel blogs and online reviews by guests with disabilities can offer valuable insights into the accessibility of specific T Nagar hotels.
   

Benefits of Accessible Rooms for All Guests

1. Universal Design Principles

The concept of universal design is foundational in creating accessible hotel rooms in T Nagar. Universal design goes beyond catering solely to guests with disabilities; it aims to make spaces usable by all people, regardless of their age, size, ability, or disability. This inclusive approach ensures that everyone can enjoy the hotel amenities comfortably.

1. Increased Comfort for Elderly Guests

Accessible features benefit not only individuals with disabilities but also elderly guests who might face mobility challenges. Features like grab bars, non-slip flooring, and accessible showers provide added safety and convenience, allowing older guests to navigate their surroundings with ease and confidence.

1. Enhanced Convenience for Families

Families traveling with young children can also appreciate the spacious and thoughtfully designed accessible rooms. The extra space for manoeuvring strollers, the availability of cribs and baby gear, and the easy-to-use fixtures make family travel more comfortable and less stressful.
Accessibility is not a privilege; it's a necessity. By offering inclusive features in T Nagar hotel rooms, hotels are opening their doors to a wider audience and promoting a more equitable travel experience. For travelers with disabilities, these features can transform a trip from a logistical challenge to a comfortable and enriching experience. So, on your next visit to T Nagar, explore the various hotel options, prioritize accessibility features, and embark on a memorable journey without limitations.

Im not pregnant, but my best friend is about 6 months along and today she told me she has gestational diabetes (we havent been able to keep up with each other as we normally like to). Her baby shower is coming up in about a week and half. I'm making her a baby blanket for when the baby comes, so shes told me she's not expecting any gifts from me for the shower specifically, but I'd love to give her a little something special, cause, bestie. Im thinking about getting her a basket of full diabetes safe snacks, since shes been having trouble finding things she likes that won't spike her blood sugar. What are your go-to snacks for keeping the blood sugar down and the tummy happy?
TYIA!

Hello! I have a 9 months old baby and we’re looking to book a photo shoot with Hanbok in Seoul.
I saw that there are “children Hanbok rental” but no information on infant hanbok rental.
Does anyone have any experiences?

Husband grew up in a home with lots of small dogs constantly pooping/peeing on the floor. His parents were wannabe backyard breeders at one point and when that ended still kept 5 dogs. Met him in high school and was absolutely shocked by how disgusting it was when I would come over, entire house reaked of urine/feces. He knew it was gross but didn’t fully grasp how out of the norm it was. His room was always clean. The rest of his house apart from the floors wasn’t too bad, lots of dust but no garbage lying around or junk stacked about. Their dogs all eventually died off so the past 5 or so years there has been no poop/pee on the floors when we visit thank god.
His dad had his own room and bathroom. Then his mom had her own room and my husband shared a bathroom with her, along with all guests. When my husband was there he kept the bathroom clean. When he moved out and we would go visit the bathroom slowly got worse and worse. I never used the bathroom there after he moved out.
We got married and moved across the country shortly after high school. We visit once a year for a couple of days and stay in a hotel. MIL bathroom was already at heavy traffic truck stop level just months after my husband moved out so when visiting we would always go to the bathroom before heading over from the hotel.
On the most recent visit my husband couldn’t hold it and went pee. When we left he said it was the worst bathroom he had ever seen in person. There was so much build up of grime/dirt in the sink that it was unusable, the toilet was covered in excrement, the shower looked about the same. He said it looked like a homeless camp bathroom. The rest of the house is still REALLY dusty, like one chair legit had 1/4 inch of straight dust, but no junk/trash lying around. It’s obvious that his dad cleans the kitchen each day and I assume keeps his bathroom clean but doesn’t clean the mom’s bathroom.
I don’t even know how to go about addressing this with them or even if we should. But we will be having a baby soon and I don’t feel comfortable bringing my child into that home at all. I honestly don’t even like my in laws, I feel like they didn’t ever prioritize my husband or take care of him in anyway other than providing a roof over his head. Yet he is an only child and will be burdened with taking care of them. They are in their 60s but don’t take care of themselves at all so that time will come soon.
I just don’t know how to get the message across that we don’t want to bring our new baby to such a gross house. We have repeatedly tried to buy plane tickets to come visit us instead of us visit them but they won’t do it.
TL;DR In-laws house is gross and unsafe for our new baby. I don’t feel comfortable bringing the baby to visit and don’t know how to address their living conditions with them.

Here we go again. Around 2005 I finally admitted I needed help. At that time it was myself (SAHM), my spouse, our two kids, and two cats (who have since crossed the Rainbow Bridge). I joined an online squalor community and managed to get my house 95% cleaned up (the laundry room and mud room never made it). At the time, I was toeing the line between third/fourth degree squalor (the upstairs bathroom had some issues and one of my children wasn't quite night-time continent yet). I got it down to a manageable zero/first degree. I had some routines in place and I was trying really hard.
But life, various crises, depression, illness, blah blah blah you get it, took over, and here I am in 2024 with a messy house again. I've cleaned it up to 75% and kept it that way for short periods, but it would slowly slide back. Right now, it's between first and second degree, but I'm so ashamed that it may as well be fourth. There are spots that I've managed to keep absolutely clean, and there are spots that are a disaster. I have one room (a spare bedroom) that is totally unusable because it is full of just stuff. I don't have a basement or an attic usable for storage, and closet space is almost nil in this old house, so I just had to repurpose that spare bedroom to store stuff in. But I might need to use it for an actual bedroom. That's another story for another time.
Anyway. Here I am again, asking total strangers on the internet for help cleaning up my crap. The pressing issue now is that my divorced parents are both elderly and are both in poor health. Today, I got quite a scare with my dad and all I could think of was, "MY HOUSE IS A MESS, WHAT WILL I DO IF THE KIDS NEED TO COME STAY?" How messed up is that? My kids are both adults now and live an average of four hours away. One is married with a baby, one is single. When they come back for visits, of course they stay here. And of course, I freak right out. The freakout is compounded because now I have a person-in-law that comes too, and I feel so bad because I want my house to be nice and I feel like it just never is (their house, and their parents' house, is beautiful). And now, there's a grandbaby (who hasn't stayed here yet). I do what my husband calls "The Flight Of The Bumblebee" before they all come to visit and just freak myself out and I never enjoy anything.
I'm tired of that. I WANT A CLEAN HOUSE ALL 👏 THE 👏 TIME 👏 and I'm tired of freaking out if I think someone is coming over or gasp going to stay. And if an emergency happens with either of my parents, I won't even have time for any Bumblebeeing.
I have looked into other Reddit subs and I'm going to be posting there as well, but I felt like this would be a good place for me to start. My habitat is definitely Fed and I need help UNFing it.
So, here I am. Hold me accountable. I'm going to get this done, and it has to be done fast. Here are a few things I need to let you know:

• I work outside of the home during the day (desk job in my own office)
• The only people living here now are myself and my husband
• This is a 2000 sq/f house (ish) with two floors (we mainly live on the ground floor)
• We have a working washing machine and dryer and a working kitchen
• We have two bathrooms; two working toilets, two working bathroom sinks, one working tub/shower (upstairs tub leaks through the floor so it is unused)
• I have a few physical limitations (torn meniscus, scoliosis, asthma, among others; I am under a doctor's care)
• I have an autoimmune disorder which causes my energy to fluctuate; some days I'm good, some days I'm basically in bed
• I have a different set of spoons each day; some days I have a bunch and some days I have a few
• I deal with depression and social anxiety (I currently take an antidepressant)
• My husband has his own issues and isn't always a lot of help around the house (he also works 60+ hours a week, although that doesn't excuse him)

Guys, I have to do this. I'm in my fifties. I want to live in a clean house before I die. At some point, I have to grow up. Help me. Please. I feel like this is my last hope, my last shot. If I can't do this now, I just feel like I'll never do it and I'll die in my mess. Help me.

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/hey_itsawonderfulday
Originally posted to AITAH
AITAH to leave my ex best friend during her pregnancy
Triggers Warnings: deadbeat dad, manipulation, emotional abuse, possible controlling behavior
Original Post: January 22, 2024
I (25F) had been with my best friend Jessica (24F) for over 5 years, we met while we were both working at McDonald’s when we were both 18, started the same day and became best friends ever since.
Even though our lives turned out quite differently, as I ended up finishing my degree and became an account, and Jess became a janitor at the university, I still loved her very very much and we maintained to be our original self as when we were 18.
All this until a year and a half ago, while she’s working at the university, she met this fella “Funnel” who’s 69 years old two years ago and starting to see him romantically. At first I wasn’t a fan of the relationship, as there’s such an age difference. But Jess moved in with him and I started to accept their “relationship” and got to know this Funnel guy….
Funnel has two daughters in their late 40’s and a son in his early 30’s, has grandkids in their late teens and early 20’s. Overall, this guy makes me so uncomfortable as he is quite creepy(?) but hey as long as Jess is happy, I’m happy.
About half a year ago, I recognize that Jess’s body changed and asked if had her period, she answered no, so we went and got some pregnancy test. Of course, it came back all positive (all three of them). She stated that she hasn’t had her period for over two months.
When we found out, I offered anything I could possibly think of, driving her as she does not have a car or license, offered her financial assistance as I make significantly more then she does and shelter as I own my house and has spare rooms, as she never paid rent in her life (she lived with her mother before she moved in with the old fella). I basically told her that whatever she needs I will be there, but first thing first we need to go see a OBGYN.
She said yes and I drove her home, two days later I asked if she want to book an appointment and when should I take some time off work to take her to these appointments. She basically told me she had her period and she doesn’t think she is pregnant. I stated ok we still need to go see a doctor and get you check since it may be a miscarriage, she then basically ghosted me.
I tried reaching out multiple times and got 0 answers or reply, her mother even reached out to me to see if I have been in contact with her as she had not been in contact with her for awhile, which is super unusual for her as we are constantly in contact. I was super worried about her well being as the old fella might be controlling and telling her that she can’t share her pregnancy with anyone, as we live in a small town.
After three weeks of trying to contacting her, I gave up and told her that if she doesn’t want my help or want me in her life anymore I will be happy to cut contact with her. No reply. So I blocked her number, her social media. Now half a year later, I found out she is very pregnant, still living with the old fella that’s probably gonna die sooner than later due to him being an alcoholic and have history of cancer, leaving her with nothing as he does not own anything and lives paycheck to paycheck.
AITAH to just leave her knowing that her and the baby will struggle?
AITAH has no consensus bot, OOP was NTA with a few YTAs
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skorvia: NTA
She has what she looked for, she also stopped talking to you, she abandoned you and preferred to stay with an old man twice her age.
She stopped talking to you, why should you be the one to come back?

OOP: I guess I just want to get through her what she’s signing up for if she does not have any support, she hates her mother and has no other friends.

TwoBionicknees: Wait, you thought she might be being controlled by a man who has an entire family behind him, so you called a few times and gave up then blocked her?
Cutting off people doesn't make you teh asshole, but it sounds like you suspecting something was wrong but made nearly no effort to check on her them very carelessly threw her away.
Like not going over there with maybe her mother as well and physically seeing her, demanding to talk with her and find out if everything is okay, for me, makes YTA.

OOP: She’s 24, his family probably does not know about the pregnancy as he introduced her to them as his “roommate”. I texted and call 10x if not 20x times with no responses, even with ultimatums that if she doesn’t get back to me I will have to cut contact due to my own mental health.

OOP on suspecting the baby daddy trying to control her friend and why she decided to cut off

OOP: I guess I am prioritizing my own mental health at the time as I offered and got cut off by her, at this point I am waiting for the baby to be born and she would definitely need financial assistance. She may reach out by that time, so we could have a sit down conversation. Addition to this point, I did go to her place of work but could not locate her, did drive by his apartment no sign of her, as per her mothers last update, she lied about the whole situation to her mother.

 
Update: May 14, 2024 (four months later)
Original post linked here
Here’s the update.
Jess(24) had the baby, and after 10 months of no contact, she reached out.
We went for coffee, and she updated me what happened in those 10 months, and admitted she cut me off on purpose, as she is jealous of my accomplishments. The 70 year old baby daddy is now 71 and he asked not to be on the birth certificate and he’s not, he hid the baby from his family (3 adult kids in their 40s). He was not there during the delivery and didn’t even bother going to the hospital.
She got kicked out of his apartment and living with her abusive mother, where she desperately wanna move out. The reason why she reached out is due to she ran out of money due to her shopping addiction and she now needs support. She asked if she could stay at one of my rental properties for free or if she can borrow some money from me.
It was a pretty easy decision for me, as I told her straight up that I’m not a ATM machine and if she would’ve kept me as a friend 10 months ago I would’ve consider to help her. However, I am still willing to be friends and work on our friendship. She was pretty upset about it and said that since I am so well off I should help her. I told her no again and said we will revisit this conversation again if we maintain friends.
Well, since that conversation I invited her to have lunch and coffee a few times. And stop paying for things and driving her around like I did before.
She pretty much stopped communicating with me immediately.
I guess my question is AITAH to put her out on the streets?
Additional Information from OOP on her friend and the housing

OOP: In regards of this, here’s another story for y’all.
She contacted low income housing, they stated there’s a 5 year wait. Then she contacted social assistance they told her she does not qualify as her income including CBB is above threshold.
During this, I found a bunch of cheap rental property for her (around $900/mo for 2 bed 1 bath downtown area, which is unheard of), she did not even bother contacting the landlord!

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dheffe01: NTA, its called child support for a reason she needs to get it

OOP: Can she get child support if he’s not on the birth certificate?

Raedriann: Of course, getting out of child support 100% free and clear is as easy as not signing the birth certificate. That's why paternity cases don't exist, and you've never heard of women finding out which boyfriend gathered their child and getting support.
Seriously, how is this a question? Yes, she made it harder for herself, but she can go to court and demand he take a paternity test. If he refuses, the court will presume he's the father and order support based on his earning capability.

OOP on if her friend had a job before she got pregnant

OOP: She had a job as a janitor, but now on EI (employment Insurance) due to maternity leave.

Guilty-Web7334: Oh, I take it you’re in Canada? At his age, he’d be receiving Canadian pension. Are there survivorship benefits with Canadian Pension plan like there is with US social security?
As an aside, though, if she’s low income with no father on record, her Child Tax Benefit will be minimum $600-700/month. So she should be somewhat okay between EI, CTB, and the Baby Bonus. Not rolling in it, but if her mother isn’t making her pay rent/utilities, she should be okay. She just has to not be an idiot.

OOP: Yes, I am in Canada.
He has pension, old age pension, Canadian pension plan AND income from working.
She has Child Benefits which is $660 per month. EI which is $800 something bi-weekly (or weekly). But she has shopping addiction, each time we go out she spends $200 on random stuff like new clothes or jewelries. No child support from baby daddy so far tho.

 

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THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP

Okay, I know how this sounds, but I don't think I'm in the wrong here honestly. I, 37 MA, have been married to my wife, 29 FO, for 7 years. We've always had trouble with fertility and even considered getting a surrgate. But about 10 months ago, we found out we were expecting. We were exstatic. I got the nursery up, I planned and did the whole baby shower, and made sure my mate did nothing that would hurt her or the baby(except for her duties, such as cleaning, cooking, and pleasuring me). When we found out it was a boy, I was so happy! And I just felt it in me that he was an alpha. And it's not like i would want, nor accept, an omega son anyway. So, flash forward to our sons due date, and he is born without any complication. As soon as the doctor tried to hand him to my omega, I took him. My omega was furious, yelling that she wants to hold him. But he is my son, and my heir to my title. So I held him for a couple hours, scenting him and all that. Well now, a month later, my omega is still furious, and everyone is telling me that I'm an asshole. So, am I really in the wrong?

Hello! I'm new to Chicago and am staying with my aunt in Uptown. I just got a job offer for a place in Hermosa, and I'm looking for a rental for our family.
I'm open to Humboldt Park, Logan, Avondale, Irving park, etc, as long as they are reasonably safe and within a 4 mile radius from my office.
What we need: 1k+ square feet, 1600 max rent, move-in ASAP
About us: married couple with baby and a cat. Credit is 750+, income 80k
Thanks!

for context, I have very severe ocd and crippling contamination ocd. my mom went for a walk and found a baby turtle, she picked it up to put it closer to the water. my mind immediately goes: salmonella. we got home but she only washed her hands once and it was barely for 10 seconds. in my mind, that’s not washing your hands thoroughly, and i realize how selfish that sounds but it’s true. she then put sheets on my bed while i was showering (i didn’t ask her too.. but grateful lol) and im freaking the fuck out because im convinced she has salmonella germs on her hands and now its all over my bed. ive been sitting in the corner of my room on the floor for 2 hours crying. i went over my bed with regular lysol spray and fabric lysol spray but i am so scared and soooo frustrated. can someone please help distract me or talk some sense into me lol. im so upset and panicky. already convinced ill get salmonella and throw up. god now im starting to feel nauseous from anxiety

First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.

I (27F) have breast cancer. I found out in September. I am currently going through chemo and have a month or so left of treatment. (This will be relevant to the story later)
I have a cousin "Lynn" (my dad side, her mom side)recently had a wedding last year and my siblings and I were not invited to. I figured that weddings are expensive and since we don't talk often that is the reason she didn't invite us to the wedding. A while ago she had her baby shower. None of my siblings and I were not invited. It was a bit upsetting to see on Instagram that she invited people we knew but not us.
I am not sure what problems she may have with my siblings (if they have any) but I thought we were on good terms and figured we may at least be invited to a precious moment like a baby shower.
My sister posted on Lynn's photos saying "tfti". And Lynn only replied "sorry".
The following weekend my other cousin had a party for her daughter and Lynn came up to me. She said hi and I asked her why we weren't invited to her shower. She said "we don't talk often and I only invited people who only communicate often to me or my husband".
She then started asking about my treatment and what I'm going through. I was too upset that she wants to know about my life but doesn't bother to communicate with me. So I got up and left her alone at the table.
(Note: she has 3 sisters and all 3 replied back when I announced my finding of the cancer. She didn't reply even though it was after wedding)
AITA for not answering her question?