1. Rayalaseema Ruchulu:
   
   • Violations Found: Maida (refined wheat flour) highly infested with black beetles, tamarind infested with insects, expired Amul Gold milk, unlabelled cashews, and jowar roti.
   • Hygiene Issues: Blocked drain and open windows in the kitchen area.
   • Date of Inspection: May 18, 2024¹.
2. Shah Ghouse:
   
   • Violations Found: Unlabeled prepared/semi-prepared food in storage.
   • Hygiene Issues: Water stagnation.
   • Date of Inspection: May 18, 2024¹.
3. Kamat Hotel:
   
   • Violations Found: Unlabeled noodles and tea powder packets.
   • Food Handlers: Without medical fitness certificates, hair caps, and gloves.
   • Date of Inspection: May 17, 2024¹.
4. Hotel Sukha Sagar Veg Restaurant:
   
   • Violations Found: JK Button Mushroom Packets without manufacturing and use-by dates.
   • Kitchen Premises: No separation from the outside environment.
   • Date of Inspection: Not specified.

Source: 1.Dining out a risky recipe? Food safety scares leave a sour taste in Hyderabad. https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/hyderabad/dining-out-a-risky-recipe-food-safety-scares-leave-a-sour-taste-in-hyderabad/articleshow/110264554.cms. 2. Raids conducted at top restaurants in Hyderabad; unhygienic conditions .... https://www.siasat.com/raids-conducted-at-top-restaurants-in-hyderabad-unhygienic-conditions-found-3028598/. 3. Food safety crackdown: Raids on Rayalseema Ruchulu, Kamat for expired food products. https://newsmeter.in/hyderabad/food-safety-crackdown-raids-on-rayalseema-ruchulu-kamat-for-expired-food-products-729514. 4.Blatant food safety violations found at top eateries in Hyderabad. https://www.greatandhra.com/politics/telangana-news/blatant-food-safety-violations-found-at-top-eateries-in-hyderabad-138000. 5. Hyderabad: Food safety officers raid top restaurants, find unhygienic .... https://www.thehansindia.com/news/cities/hyderabad/hyderabad-food-safety-officers-raid-top-restaurants-find-unhygienic-conditions-879481. 6.Raids carried out in Hyderabad against vendors using chemicals to ripen .... https://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Hyderabad/raids-carried-out-against-vendors-using-chemicals-to-ripen-mangoes/article67972904.ece. 7. Paradise Biryani House: - Violations Found: Expired spices, unhygienic storage of raw materials, and inadequate pest control. - Date of Inspection: May 20, 2024.

1. Chutneys:
   
   • Violations Found: Stale chutneys, improper food handling practices, and lack of proper handwashing facilities.
   • Date of Inspection: May 19, 2024.
2. Bawarchi Restaurant:
   
   • Violations Found: Unlabeled frozen meat, inadequate refrigeration, and dirty kitchen utensils.
   • Date of Inspection: May 18, 2024.

Please stay informed and vigilant when dining out, and be cautious about the hygiene standards of the restaurants you visit. It's essential to prioritize your health and safety! 🍽️🚫🤢

So, this just happened a couple of minutes ago and, for the most part, I have the point of issue resolved, however, I am unsure about the consequences of it having occurred.
Basically, the gist of the story is:
I was at my computer desk about to head to bed, but then I felt a bit of water splash on me. I didn't think much of it at first because I thought it might have been my sweat or something along those lines, then all the sudden a small spray of water came down from up above my monitors. I then look up and another small spray happened. My ceiling was leaking water right on top of my computer desk. I went into full alert mode and immediately turned off my PC and moved everything away from the area. Started reorganizing everything in my room and put a cup down to catch the water, but then the areas where water was leaking expanded slightly.
After the electronics were out of the danger zone, I went upstairs to see if anything was out of the ordinary (I live in an apartment with a roommate and our kitchen and bathroom are upstairs). It turns out, my roommate installed a bidet for the toilet, but he didn't install it properly! It was leaking water and that water built up enough that it was leaking through the ceiling right onto my computer!
I turned off the water line and moved the bidet part that was leaking to drain into the tub. I reorganized and moved everything in my room to the other side away from the point of incident.
The issue seems to have been alleviated, however, I am worried about the possible damages the water could have done from having built up in the ceiling. Here is a picture of the crack in the ceiling where the water started leaking out from.
What steps should I take to ensure that there aren't more damages that could proliferate because of this leak?

Sorry for the long rant but im at my wits end and dont know how to broach with partner or if theres any point🤦🏻‍♀️
Been with my boyfriend 4 years and its been tough for the past 2 - 3 of those. Ive 3 kids, 2 still at home. Hes 4 kids, 2 at home with him full time as they dont see their mum. No kids are perfect but his are seriously hard work, theres no consequences though, he doesnt parent like me and just lets everything slide, hell rant and shout but doesnt do anything else. They dont respect each other, dad, me or mine. They cant speak nicely to each other or others. Ive been stolen off, spoken to like s**t of their shoe, assaulted, had my home damaged over the past 4 years, for over a year my child hated his due to bullying but have now made up and do get on lovely but i do see a change in my kids attitude when they're friends.
Things aren't as bad now but im struggling with the youngest (12M). He refuses point blank to do as i ask in my home just argues about literally everything and i dont feel backed up by dad. When i go to my boyfriends hes rude, argumentative, we can't even sit and eat a meal in peace of watch a film. Weekends now i dont spend time in the day with my boyfriend as i dont want to deal with the constant deviance, sh*ty behaviour and attitude, if i go over for a bit in the evening i just feel drained. We have managed 2 sleep overs this year and its may, i dont sleep at his as it stresses me out and he can only stop here when his mum watches kids but even when he does get a baby sitter they're constantly calling so its not quality time.
His youngest controls everything, ive raised this before and made suggestions so his other kids get some time with dad but he doesnt do it so theyre frustrated and resentful just like me. Its easy for him in the moment to give in to his kids than set boundaries and actually say no.
We have split over these issues multiple times, i love him dearly and i dont want to keep ending us but i cant cope with this much longer im becoming depressed and resentful and snapping more and more. I think the child has pathalogical demand avoidance, he cant do a single thing asked of him but in school meetings im hearing hes a perfect child at school, hes having alot of intervention but he does whats asked. His other kid at home is very narcassistic, shes charming when she wants something but vile when shes told no, shes in trouble all the time at school when she goes but refuses to go majority of time, i could write so much about her behaviour but im actually on a good keel with her now as she respects my boundaries majority of time and knows the consequences for breaking them she is however awful towards her dad and talks to him like s**t and he just lets it slide. Shes angry as she cant talk to him without her brother getting involved, she cant do anything with him even watch a film or go for a hot chocolate with her dad without brother kicking off and butting in, she can't even go in the kitchen without her brother following her and gate keeping all the food and drink, its toxic af tbh. Both the kids hate each other, bully each other, its insane and exhausting.
Id be more inclined to help if we were a team, i have given everything to this situation but dad doesnt follow through or back me up so im trying to detach now and not get involved but its so hard. His kids are grotty they leave a mess in their trail, dropping rubbish on floor as they walk and he moans but doesnt make them clean up after themselves or if he occasionally does he ends up doing it properly after them any way. I point things out when there to try to grt the kids raking responsibility but dad usually jumps to the defense (feel very much the outsider) When his son drops liter when out and i pull him for it he gobs off it was an accident and walks off dropping more as he goes. Went paddle boarding he got in a strop and refused to paddle i ended up having to drag him onto my board to get into shore, he wouldnt get his feet out of the water making it hard to get us in as caused alot of drag and rocked constsntly as he was kicking off, he refused to get of my board once in even though i explained i had to paddle back out to help my own kids (winds and tide had changed and they were being dragged out) i literally had to shove him off my board to get back out. It's not enjoyable being around his kids its stressful, argumentative just down right exhausting tbh.
How do i yet again say to my boyfriend i cant do this, i dont want his son in my home as he doesnt respect me or my rules, i dont want to go out with his son as he just argues and moans which means we cant spend time together as my boyfriend wont leave him home (tbf he cant as he attacks his sister and he is a strong, violent little sh*t) when he does bring him, his son monopolises everything so we cant talk i just walk in silence ahead and go off doing my own thing, if both kids come they fight so again i walk ahead. It is such a shit situation. My boyfriends just reduced his work hours so at least we get the odd daytime together when kids go to school but this situation isnt going to change for the forseeable, i can only see it getting worse when puberty hits and hormones spike 🤦🏻‍♀️. Am i being unreasonable saying i want a relationship without the kids? I got to this point with his daughter and im here again with his son 🤷🏻‍♀️ i keep my kids seperate they dont come on outings with us and at this point wouldnt want to as his kids do their heads in. Im actually starting to really detest his youngest child and i dont want to feel like this but hes an arsehole

I was hoping I wasn't limerent towards my friend but of course I am. I Definitely am. And he's stringing me along and I am ignoring hints amd just packing on the pressure and obsession. Ugh. I keep blocking and unblocking him, sending fun happy messages then heavy sad ones howww do I stop. I hate this. I know he, and other busy avoidant crushes, remind me of my mom and feel like love when it's just them draining my energy or I should say, them taking the energy that I SO FREELY OFFER & the expect them to like me in exchange for. Even tho nobody asked me to offer that shit. Nobody. I just gave it. Like a manipulative person who has no self esteem. Because he doesn't say im pretty, doesn't respond for days, then when I get so upset I want to go, he says something like, hey you're okay, everything is fine, im just busy with blah blah blah. And peace washes over me. But it never lasts.

Hello,
My husband and I are first time renters, we stared renting from his dad's landlord back in July of 2021. When we first moved in, the lease he provided for us to sign wasn't very "official", it was just something for HIM to hold onto for the first year and then we went monthly. We asked for a copy and never received one. He's one of those independent landlords that kind of does the bare minimum on everything, doesn't document, and mainly collects cash for rent unless he's away in Florida.
My husband and I noticed some mold not long after moving in, it was on the bathroom ceiling in the corner over the tub. As he met with the landlord for rent the next time, he mentioned it to him or which the landlord responded "just paint over it with Killz" and that was it. We didn't think much of it, I guess because we just didn't know enough. We also couldn't move due to it being cheaper than what was being expected from other landlords or management properties, in our minds this was a deal, its a house and it's one we could afford.
Fast forward to January of this year, I start getting weird scalp symptoms and it was terrifying. March rolls around and I start having elevated blood pressure, mind you, my blood pressure was always 120/80 and my health has always been in good condition. My BP started running up to 200/140 (highest it got up to at one point) but never really stayed below 150/100. My temp remained elevated and also would be too low, and my scalp was swollen/tight. I went to the ER three times for these symptoms, I was diagnosed with Bronchitis with unknown organisms, an inflamed lymph node condition (unsure what it was called), and recently diagnosed with IBS per my gastro.
We just realized the scope of how big this problem is, my husband was renovating the bathroom and found that there's severe water damage, he didn the kitchen as well and also noticed water damage, and found a roof leak behind a wall. There's also a spot in the corner of the living room ceiling that had water damage to the point where the ceiling was crumpled and hard there, once it completely crumpled, it exposed a hole in the ceiling leading into the attic. The house also has a crawl space/basement area that will hold water when the drain is clogged up, he's mentioned this to the landlord as well when we noticed that was an issue and he disregarded. Husband took pictures of the floor underneath as there's no subflooring, the hardwood leads right to downstairs.
We started connecting the dots literally two days ago, my symptoms are worsening, my eye is swollen and there's discharge coming from it, I already alerted my pcp, my breathing has been shallow, headaches like crazy, I get spontaneous moments throughout the day where I HAVE to catch my breath, my head and scalp are swollen, hair thinning, rash on my body, face and body are swollen, I feel awful, cant aleep half the time, foggy brain, I can't remember the most basic words or lose track of my thought process, im just miserable.
We're in the process of moving as we speak, I would like to pursue a lawsuit, but one issue is that the communication of there being mold was verbal, so no documentation. We DO know for a fact that this isn't his only house that has mold, my husband did some work on another one of his tenants houses and saw an extensive amount of mold, he told him and it was disregarded as well. I have documented all my symptoms from the day I first started noticing them along with any remedies and appointments I've had because of this. I also have pictures showing the changes this has made, such as the hair thinning, swelling, changes in my facial shape, etc. I know it's hard to pursue a lawsuit due to mold, but I want to pursue for negligence, damages to my property, and medical issues/bills. Do we have a chance?

I first started noticing that something was wrong around 3 months ago. At the time, I was working from home and would usually light a scented candle while I worked, which usually helped me relax and stay focused on my work. I would usually burn through a candle a week, but over time, the candles started to take less time to fully burn up. At first, I thought that this was because of a change in ingredients the company that made the candles used, but the problem persisted after I switched candle brands, which I once again blamed on the candle manufacturers.
I kept this belief for another week until the first incident. While getting up from my computer desk, which faces away from the candle, to take a quick bathroom break, I caught a glimpse of the lit candle. A two-inch layer of molten wax rested on another three-inch layer of solid wax, the wicks rising out at first and being somewhat visible through the molten layer, finally breaking the surface and being slowly burned away. The flames flickered as I swung the door open and walked out of the room. When I returned 10 minutes later, the molten layer was gone, and the wicks had been shortened so that the flames rested right above the solid layer of the wax. At first, I thought that the glass jar that contained the candle was leaking, but after a short inspection, I was only able to find two small drops of candle wax that had solidified right next to the candle on the bedside table. I still had 2 hours of work left to do, but I was too lost in thought and was unable to do any work for the rest of the day.
Every night before I go to sleep, I like to read for at least 30 minutes, and while reading, I usually light a candle. Around 4 days later, I had mostly forgotten about the incident and went back to using candles. Due to my naivety, it returned.
I fell asleep while reading with a candle lit on my bedside table. I woke up to loud slurping noises. As I opened my eyes, the brightness of the light I had not turned off almost blinded me. As my eyes tried to readjust to the light and focus on what was in front of me, I saw a somewhat humanoid dark gray to light blue blur that contrasted with the white paint on the walls behind it. Another gray line stretched from the shape's head to the candle on my bedside table. I could feel my heart skip five consecutive beats. I opened my mouth and tried to force out a scream for help, but the pressure I applied to my throat was way beyond what it was able to handle, leading me to only produce a light wheezing sound. I tried to sit up or to at least prop myself up, but my muscles failed me. Trying to push myself up with my arms felt impossible. As I stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in my room, my eyes finally managed to focus, making it possible for me to see the intruder who was now staring at me. The figure was a man at least 7 feet tall, fully naked; he looked bloated; his eyes were bloodshot and looked like they would pop out of their sockets; at any point, his skin was a grayish light blue.
HIS LIPS
His lips extended from his mouth like an elephant's trunk, which had been split in half. The lips extended from the man's face to the candle; the flames had been put out. He was using his lips as a makeshift straw, slowly sucking up all the molten wax from the candle, which had fully liquified while I was asleep. I laid in bed, unable to move, unable to scream for help, staring until he emptied the jar. His lips retracted back to his face, the molten wax solidifying on their tips and cracking, flakes of wax falling off the man's lips and falling to the floor. The man grinned, staring at me. The ridges and gaps between the teeth were filled in with wax, making it impossible to make out where one tooth ended and the next one began. The man opened the door he was standing next to, but instead of walking out of the room, he stepped behind it. His face peered at me from above the door, and then once again, like he had done to drink the wax, the man puckered his lips, which stretched from his mouth and floated to me. I shook and tried to roll over away from him. I wanted to get up and run, but my fear had taken over my body. Tears flowed from my eyes. He kissed me on the cheek, leaving flakes of wax and light moisture. He retracted his lips and lowered his head behind the door.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I saw the empty glass jar, which at one point contained the candle. Even though I had hoped that what had happened was a dream, it wasn't. I still had flakes of wax on my cheek, and on my bedroom floor, the wax in the jar had disappeared. I called the police, but they were unable to find anyone in my apartment; they also could not find any evidence of a break-in.
After the break-in, I started looking for a new apartment to move to, thinking that the man was tied to the building I was in, but even though I had thrown out all of my candles, I could not stomach spending another hour in my apartment, constantly looking over my shoulder or walking around with my back pressed up against the wall to not allow it to creep up on me. Thankfully, my friend Emma was able to let me stay over at her apartment while I looked for a new one for myself.
Me and Emma have been friends since we were 8, and we've been there to support each other when times get rough. This isn’t the first time I've had to stay over at her house for an extended amount of time; in fact, I have had to stay over at Emma’s as many times as she has had to stay over at my apartment, whether it was because of evictions after losing a job, breakups, or a candle wax drinking squatter. I didn't even know if it was human. I mean, sure, it looked like one, but human lips are not supposed to do what his did, and somehow it didn't have a reaction to molten wax being poured down its esophagus. I didn't tell Emma about what happened—the details at least—I just told her that a man had broken into my house and was watching me sleep. The only people I told the truth to were my therapist and the cops, and all of them disregarded what I told them as my mind making things up after a traumatic event.
For a while, I believed what they said—I mean, why wouldn’t I?—but then I started seeing him again. For a few days, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me again like it had done during the night of the incident. For split seconds out of the corner of my eye, I would see the outline of a tall, bloated figure. At first, they were hours apart, but after a while, it became constant. He was standing in each room I passed, in every single dark corner I glanced past, and then he spoke.
“FeeD MeEeee”
It stood in the kitchen, peering over from a small gap between the fridge and the sink, where the trash can that had been knocked over onto its side usually stood. His voice was raspy, and every word that came out of his mouth was distorted as if he were gargling water, but still, I could somehow clearly make out each word he said from over 15 feet away.
“Please just leave me alone I… why are you following me?”
I shouted at the figure, the same fear that had taken over my body during the night I saw him for the first time paralyzing me, making it impossible for me to move anything other than my eyes, eyelids, and mouth.
“i’M sTarviNg, I nEEd You To FeEd ME”
It replied again. Now, stepping out from behind the fridge, he stepped directly onto a rotten banana. Its mushy brown content’s seeping out of the peel under the pressure of his decomposing foot, which was covered in scabs, and took up the same grayish light blue color as the rest of his body. He mostly looked the same; his bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, but now his tongue was swollen. It peeked out from between his bloated, cracked gray lips; it stared at me, waiting for an answer.
“Ok, I’ll.. I’ll feed you, but please just... leave me alone.”
I replied, the tone of my voice shifting into high-pitched squeals with every quick breath I took. He looked satisfied by my response. He somehow squeezed his bloated body back into the gap that was at least four times smaller than him. After peering over at me from above the fridge, he bent over backwards, his spine releasing a series of sickening cracks until he was fully obscured by the fridge, and then he vanished.
Still barely in control of my body, I limped over to the couch tucked away in the back corner of the living room, it took me at least 10 minutes to steady my breathing and 20 more to fully regain control of my body again but as soon as I did I ran out the house and to the nearest store, during the 15-minute walk he stared at me through dark windows and the backs of cars, peered out at me from gaps between leaves in the trees and bushes, he even followed me into the store staring at me from the middle of deserted isles before disappearing right before my eyes were able to fully catch him, once I finally got the candles I randomly picked four off of the shelves and rushed to the self checkout.
When I arrived home, I had 2 hours before Emma got off work. I didn't want to feed it while she was home, and I didn't want her to see it. I pulled out two of the candles from the black plastic bag and placed them on the kitchen table, the first a light blue candle named “Garden Rain” and the second a red candle named “Juicy Watermelon." I pulled out a lighter from one of the drawers Emma used after her stove stopped lighting on its own and lit each of the 6 wicks on the candles. As soon as I started seeing the wax melt under the heat of the burning wicks, I dropped the lighter onto the table next to the candles and ran out of the room. I could not stomach seeing that thing again; even just thinking about it made me shudder and hyperventilate. The paralyzing fear that seeing him caused me made me want to vomit.
At least 30 minutes later I started to hear it drink even though the living room and kitchen were separated by a wall, even though I had closed the door I could still hear what at first started as slurping sounds which were followed up by loud gulps, then it stopped, and once again 30 minutes later it started drinking, as the slurping started once again I heard the door to the apartment crack open, it was Emma, as she stepped through the door I saw her carrying two large brown paper bags of groceries in her hands, she was headed to the kitchen.
“Hey let me grab those for you”
I said running over to her, my voice shaking.
“Oh, thanks. Are you… okay, you look scared?”
My eyes shot wide open in a mixture of fear and surprise. I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Yeah just umm… I didn't expect you to come home so early and I got a bit spooked”
“shit sorry, I know I should have called you, work let me off early today,”
I started to turn away from her walking to the kitchen.
Trying to keep her away from the kitchen I told her to wait for me in the living room because I wanted to talk to her about something. I didn't know what I would talk to her about but that was a problem for future me to resolve, somehow it worked.
“What's that sound?”
She called out to me while walking towards the living room couch. It took me a few seconds to come up with an excuse.
“I think it’s the sink, or the pipes at least”
I opened the door to the kitchen with my eyes closed at first hesitant to look knowing what would be greeting me. slowly prying my eyes open I started to see its outline, my muscles started to lose strength as the details of the man came into my view, I felt the grocery bags start to slip from my arms, my knees buckled, face first I fell onto the kitchen floor scattering the groceries all over the floor, I mixture of a light scream and a yelp escaped from my mouth as my body made contact with the floor, Emma concerned for my safety ran into the kitchen, she didn't scream, using all of the strength and mobility I had left in my muscles I rolled over expecting to see her face drenched in terror, her body frozen still unable to move just like my body had done the first time that I saw him, but Emma looked concerned, the man was gone, she crouched down beside me.
“Oh my god are you ok? What happened?”
I looked around observing my surroundings.
“I um… I… I tripped on the little thing at the bottom of the doorframe”
I finally managed to blurt out another excuse, not being able to remember what the name of a door sill was. I started to sit up using a part of the energy that had returned to my body, pain pulsed through my chest and arms, Emma looked at me with a concerned face.
“You've been acting really weird since I got home, are you sure you're ok?”
“Yeah… I think I’m just having one of those days you know”
The confusion on Emma’s face said that she didn’t know and to be honest I didn't either, I guess my luck of pulling random excuses out of my ass ran out, Emma thought that she triggered some sort of PTSD response after barging into the house unannounced at first apologizing then trying to change the subject to stop my trembling which I was still unsuccessfully trying to hide from her.
“Did you buy candles?”
Emma asked picking the groceries apart from the garbage that spilled out the can that the man had knocked over, placing them on the table next to the now half-empty glass jars, the flames flickered above the inch or so of molten wax the man was unable to finish drinking.
“Yeah I’ve been struggling with work lately, they usually help me focus”
“Huh Interesting combination you’ve got going on here”
She looked at me and smiled slightly, I smiled back and chuckled to seem normal.
“Yeah even I don't know what I was trying to accomplish here, to be honest”
I tried to help Emma clean up the spilled groceries but she did not let me, she told me that I needed to recover like I had been in a car crash instead of having taken a little tumble. After a few seconds of silence, Emma spoke again.
“Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?”
A quick jolt of stress shot through my body, in a jumbled mess of lies and fear I had forgotten what I had told Emma, I sat there in silence for a few seconds unable to come up with an excuse
“I…umm… I don’t remember, it wasn't anything serious though”
“Damn did you hit your head too?”
She said once again proudly smiling at her joke.
At this point Emma picked up the last bag of potato chips from the floor and placed it on the table, then she opened the fridge and started loading the groceries into it.
“Anyway I gotta go get back to work’’
I blurted out after a few more seconds of awkward silence.
“Alright well good luck”
I walked over into the living room and sat down in front of my workstation, which now consisted of a laptop sitting on a small foldable TV tray that had just barely enough room left on it to fit a small USB mouse.
The last thing I remember, before I fell asleep, was me mindlessly scrolling through apartment listings while Emma watched a random 90’s horror movie I’m positive only had a budget of $500.
I woke up with a light stinging pain shooting through my dry throat, and a dim hissing sound caused by thousands of water drops striking the ground outside filled the room. I pressed the spacebar on my laptop, the brightness of the screen blinding me temporarily, after taking a few seconds to let my eyes readjust I managed to make out the time, 3:45 AM. A strong smell I was unable to make out the origin of assaulted my nostrils. Lavender.
The smell hitting my nose had the same effect on me that I would expect smelling salts would have on a weightlifter right before they set a world record. Before I knew it my legs were moving on their own at an almost uncontrollable pace, fighting back against my mind which was telling them to slow down after years of being used to navigating both mine and Emma’s apartment as steadily as possible to not bother the neighbors.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity I stood before Emma’s bedroom door, a faint, yellow, pulsating light radiated from a lamp and snuck out of a small gap between the door and the doorframe, reluctantly I pushed my left hand up against the door, my right hand grasping onto the door frame for a sense of stability, once the door was fully agape I scanned the inside of the room my heart skipping a beat for every humanoid shadow cast up onto the wall by the lights from the wicks which were set ablaze and were being slowly burnt away.
I walked into Emma’s room and made my way over to her bedside table to put out the candle, as I stepped closer towards her, her face became more defined, I could finally make out her features, she was awake, but no she could not have been, even though her eyes were wide open they never blinked, she didn't even move slightly, as I moved closer I finally managed to fully make out the expression of pure terror on her face, her mouth wide agape as if she was about to release a deafening screach, but she could not have, a single drop of solidified wax dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and clung to her cheek, my eyes traced the cream colored path back towards her mouth, first up her cheek then between the corner of her mouth and finally behind her teeth, there instead of her tongue or the roof of her mouth I saw a wall of wax which had filled in the entirety of her mouth.
I fell to my knees and hunched forward supporting my body weight with my arms, I was too late, I resisted the urge to vomit and got back up onto my feet, a mixture of tears and snot slid down my face and onto my lips, shaking now I slowly started limping over towards my phone which I had left on the couch next to where I had awoken just minutes before, just minutes before my life was destroyed because of my lies if I had just told Emma what I had gone through, if I had just told her what had happened on the night of the incident which now seemed trivial, even if she thought that I was crazy, I know that she would have complied just to make me feel comfortable.
It took me at least 30 seconds of repeated attempts to stabilize my hands enough to properly dial 911. “Someone broke into my apartment and hurt my friend” was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with that would not get the operator to hang up on me thinking that this was a prank call.
I sat there in the living room for an agonizing 10 minutes, crying, my sadness slowly transformed into anger towards myself, and my mind raced thinking of all the lies I’d told, I kept thinking that if I had just told her the truth she would not have been laying there in her bed, her body bloated, “every single orifice has signs of forced penetration and has been filled with what seems to be candle wax” is what was written on her autopsy report.
For a few days I was the main suspect in Emma’s murder, but due to the almost unstoppable crying and the unresponsive state that I was in when the police arrived, mixed with the lack of evidence of me having a way to produce 30 pounds of candle wax led to me being released out of police custody, but because I was the main suspect I was not told any details about what had fully happened to Emma, for days all I had to work off of was the image of her face frozen in terror, and a short glance I caught of her bloated body as she was being carted out on a stretcher.
I recounted every single word of our last conversations over and over again until they became permanently etched into my brain.
Emma’s parents originally wanted to cremate her, as that is what she had somewhat jokingly asked for whenever the topic of funerals came up, well she had joked about wanting to have had unpopped popcorn shoved down her throat before she was sent off to “scare the shit out of the guy cremating me” but due to all the wax which would have been impossible to get out of her body they were forced to bury her.
A few days before Emma’s funeral her body disappeared.
After Emma’s death, her parents took me into their home, after reading the autopsy reports and seeing her corpse they had thrown out every single candle they owned which made their home the safest choice I had, still, this did not stop me from buying a machete and keeping it under my bed, just in case.
I was laying on the bed in their guest bedroom The day that the police informed Emma’s parents about her disappearance, the bedroom is right above the front porch of the house, at first I heard them ring the doorbell which was followed up by 3 powerful knocks on the door, for about a minute I laid there on the bed listening to muffled voices exchanging distorted words I was barely able to make out which slowly transformed into distorted weeps, curious I lifted myself up from the bed, made my way over to the window and carefully lifted the bottom panel making Shure to not make too much noise, the distorted muffled sounds started forming into coherent words “We checked the security footage but the only strange thing we could see was a 5 second time jump” one of the officers spoke in a serious and almost monotone voice “which meant that the security guard who was the only person in the building had to climb down 2 flights of stairs walk through a 40 foot long hallway and then drag her body back up stairs and out of the building in 5 seconds” Emma’s mom let out yelp “ but don’t worry ma'am that’s actually good news because we know that her corpse is still somewhere within the building and was probably brought to the wrong floor by an intern, we’ve already warned all of the staff at the hospital to keep an eye out, and we also sent 5 officers to search the hospital”
I could not believe what I was hearing, my breathing quickened, but this time instead of fear I felt anger, that fucker stole her corpse and was probably in the weird separate plane of existence he always went back to after terrorizing me, cutting off chunks of her body, melting her, and drinking her.
I closed the window Emma’s mom's cries once again turned into a muffled rumble which was only possible to make out if you knew what to look for, I took a few steps back away from the window planning to lay back down, not wanting to bother Emma’s parents. I bumped into something, not something, someone, its fleshy towering form as solid as a wall sent me tumbling forward, I knew it was him, he had returned to take me too, to stretch his swollen cracked lips, push them down my esophagus, fill my lungs and stomach with wax. But despite all of that this time I was not scared, I was angry, and I was not going to stand there in terror like I had the last time I saw him.
I fell forward onto my knees my face missing the window sill just by mere inches, I put my hands onto the floor, lifted one of my knees, and rotated 180 degrees now facing the monster, to the right of him pushed up against the wall was the bed, light from the sun reflected off of the metallic button which kept my machete in it’s sheathe, the man started to stretch his lips, they were moving towards me, waving a wiggling through the air like a snake slithering towards me.
I dove towards the bed one of my feet pushing off of the floor and the other pushing against the wall which creaked under the pressure applied to it, I flew for a few moments before slamming down onto the carpet and sliding forward, the heat generated by my skin brushing against the carpet released a sharp stinging pain throughout my body, my outstretched arm landed just a few inches short of the machete, I quickly bent my arms, pushing my body up and crawled towards the machete. my fingers wrapped around the handle I spun around, my back pushed up against the bedside table, once again facing the man, he was still facing the window but his lips faced me and were just a few feet away from me, for what felt like minutes but was most likely no longer than a second, I struggled to hook my finger under the strap securing the machete into its sheath, as the lips inched towards me the man started producing gurgling noises, he was regurgitation wax.
I finally pulled the machete out of its sheath, I swung the blade at the man's lips, the blade was not met with any resistance as it sliced through the man’s lips which landed on the carpeted floor with an audible thud, the man did not have a physical reaction to my counter-attack, his lips kept creeping towards me, once again I slashed at the lips, still no reaction, I repeated this at least 3 more times.
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to take revenge for what he had done to Emma, but fighting back was pointless. I realized that no matter how much I tried to hurt it, I could not kill him, I could not get rid of him.
My rage dissipated and a mixture of fear and sadness crept in, and soon took over my body, I screamed for help, I screamed in fear, in agony, tears streamed down my face as the man's lips finally reached my face, he wasn’t met with any resistance as his lips snuck between mine, pried my jaw open and finally started to slide down my esophagus.
I heard the cops run up the stairs, they started banging on the door asking if I was okay only to have been met with muffled screams, hot wax started to pour down inside of me, the stinging pain of the heat made me want to plunge the machete which I had dropped onto the ground next to me into my stomach to create a gaping wound that the wax would hopefully funnel out of, the texture of the man's slippery, oily lips matched with the poison like flavor of the wax caused me to start gagging, I felt my insides bulging like at any moment my intestines would have been filled to the point where they would pop, I wanted to vomit, the drain myself of the filth I was filled with, but his lips had plugged my throat not allowing anything to get out.
Hearing my muffled screams the cops started kicking the door down, the man retracted his lips, the suction aided my attempts at cleansing my insides, I got onto my hands and knees streams of molten wax pouring out of me, solidifying on the the carpet, with another loud thud the door swung open slamming into the wall, the man was gone.
That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out, but according to one of the doctors who was in the ambulance that brought me to the hospital, I was still semi-responsive during the first 10 minutes of the ride to the hospital.
Approximately 13.4 pounds of wax were removed from my body, the doctors said that I was in a critical condition and some of them did not expect me to make it.
One of the officers who was there the day the man attacked me took a report of what had happened to me, due to the unmistakable evidence of what had happened to both me and Emma, and the fact that this was the 3rd instance of me reporting something like this the police finally started investigating who this man might have been.
Around a month later I was discharged from the hospital and once again have been staying in the living room of Emma’s parent's house.
I’ve been seeing the man again, candles were not allowed in the hospital I stayed at, which means that he’s probably very hungry, he’s close to attacking me again, I know it, he wants to finish what he started and I don't know if I have the power to fight back, I’m not sure if defeating him is even possible, I’m tired.
I’ve been seeing Emma too, her bloated, reanimated corpse often appears to be standing next to the man. If I let him take me will I get to join them? I’ve tried asking but they don’t answer, they just stare, I can’t keep living in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder, I miss Emma.

My parents are divorced and I currently have to follow 50/50 5 2 2 5 split custody and I hate it, but I wish one had majority custody, but don't want to make the other parent sad. I hate not having a real home, and it's such a pain in the ass having to move my stuff back and forward from houses so often. It feels like I don't have a real place to call home, and there is a huge quality difference between the two. One I have my own bedroom, a pretty big bed, my own computer, and more, while the other is a 1 floor apartment where I have to share a bedroom with my 2 brothers, right outside of it is a tiny joint kitchen and living room, and the doors to my sister and parent's room. I have 0 private space unless, getting my school work is hard because I have no space to concentrate, I can barely get a good night sleep because my brother's snore. I love my parent's and I don't want the one parent to feel sad without me, but it is so draining for me. What should I do, and AITAH?

I am in the military. I allowed my brother and his family to rent my house while I was away. This was in back in 2008. I rented to him at a loss. He was paying half my mortgage. I called him every couple months and told me everything was well. We even had a verbal agreement to split any repair costs in half. We agreed to a month to month lease, again, verbally. He swore he would take care of it and the premises. We even agreed that he can buy the house off of me for what I owed left in the future. After being away for 16 years I came back. I should have video chatted, but that is in hindsight. The house reeks of cat piss, he has 8 cats and a dog. It looks like they havent cleaned the house in years. The carpet is tore up by the cats, doors and trim used as scratching posts. I sprayed water on the walls and it turned brown as it dripped down. The carpet is so dirty that after i had my brother steam clean it turned to mud. The kitchen vinyl floor is ripped up. There are literally dust stalagtites hanging from the ceiling over a foot long. The master bathroom toilet doesnt work, the plumbing is so clogged that the shower takes 10 minutes to drain after a shower. The list goes on, there is even a hole through the drywall under the kitchen sink and covered in mildew. The back wooden deck has rotten planks because he didnt remove leaves, the moisture of the leaves rotted numerous planks. There are plenty more issues he never told me about and kept hidden from until I came back. He even let a tree grow so much that during a wind storm damaged the roof and put a hole in the roof as it smashed against the house. He even yelled and got mad at me for telling him that he destroyed this place and that he is living in feces...i found cat shit under his bed that was there so long that it was completely dry and moldy. His cats have fleas, i told him amd showed him and he has nothing. He treats his animals like he has treated this house.
I trusted him. What should I do? If I evict him his family will be homeless, his credit is too bad nor does he have money for an apartment. But if I dont evict him, he will continue to destroy this house, but he wont be homeless. What do you think I should do. I am so angry I want him gone. I know i cant sue him because he has no money. He just got out of a bankruptcy a couple months ago.

30f suffering with severe mental unwellness due to 9 years of physical, financial, and mental abuse from a man 20 years older than me…
I was 21 when we met and so naive. He targeted me because he knew I didn’t have family to turn to and knew I was on my own. I had my own place and was honestly such a badass given my life story and how well I managed to survive so many things… I just don’t know what happened when I met this guy. He has all but taken my entire life from me, I am literally hanging by a thread.
The constant torture and sexual abuse is becoming detrimental to my health. I stopped having sex with him but he stopped feeding me… the grocery store used to be the only way I’d have human interaction but this privilege has been taken from me. He buys food for him to eat, and I am expected to cook it like a good little girl and be happy to serve it to him, while on the inside I’m dying. I’m starving for so much more than just food!
He just came home and is screaming, slamming doors, belittling me, he took his belt off and hit me twice with it and I’m sitting in the bathroom shaking, knowing I have to go out there and cook and then sit with him while he eats and tells me how it could have been better, and listening to him constantly clear his throat and haulk loogies (makes me so sick to my stomach) because he refuses to drink water and was a drug addict for 25 years so he has no septum in his nose, like it constantly drains and he’s constantly choking. I have to listen to this day in and day out. I just want to cut my ears off. I secretly bought skin colored ear plugs and cut them and shove them in my ears, but he screams so loud and coughs and chokes so loud, nothing can stop this constant vomiting feeling of being around him and having to listen to him.
I am shaking with a pounding heart knowing I have to go into the kitchen while he degrades me and gropes me and then expects me to sit with him and then do the dishes… I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore. He makes me want to kill my self. I will never escape him. I am too afraid! I will never do it and my soul is begging for me to just end this torture 😭
For 1 entire year today I have applied for jobs. I secretly apply for every single relocation job I can find. Every single one of them. And I have not gotten one call back saying “you got the job, we will relocate you at this time and this place, can’t wait to get you started”. NOTHING. I have no friends who can save me, no one cares! I have no family, they tell me I just need to go to the mental hospital because my life “is something people dream about” … they are so convinced he is rich and amazing and they don’t believe me or care that he is so abusive. I haven’t even driven a car in 9 years. I haven’t been anything but a forced housewife and sex doll, an indoor only house pet that just waits for him to come home and show me affection for feed me. I wish I could believe that I am strong enough to do this but I’m not! He has made me so fucking weak and so beyond scared… I am so scared. I can’t do this anymore. I’m reaching a psychotic break. I can’t stop ripping my own hair and punching myself in the side of the head. I’m going to go insane if I can’t get out of here. Ugh I just need my heart rate to go down. WHY does this man have so much control over me?
He’s not even educated. He can’t even read or write. He just comes from money and owns businesses, actually other people own the business he just lies and tells people he owns them. All he does is lie and cheat and steal. He’s such a horrible person, but makes me out to be the one who is going to hell… I feel like I’m living in hell. I have cried every single day this year. I’ve never prayed in my life, but I find myself here in the bathroom or laying on the floor when he’s not home just bawling my eyes out, begging and pleading for PLEASE the strength and courage to safely get out of here. For please the love in my heart to stay and for all the hate and fear to leave! I don’t know how much longer I can survive like this… I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m hanging on by a thread and losing almost all my hope. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here

My kitchen sink has been backing up. Takes forever to drain. Nothing in the p trap. Tried boiling water. Hot vinegar then baking soda.I've run a 25 ft auger through it over and over even though only about a little over a gallon will cause the sink to back up. I'm still hoping that it's just grease build up. I had a plumber quote $550 to deal with it but another company will run a jet through it for $100. However I need a cleanout/access pipe for them to do that. I have one at the front of the house but I don't know if thet can run it all the way up to the kitchen sink. Have y'all ever encountered one behind vinyl siding by chance? Was going to start looking for one but thought I'd ask here before I even tried so I don't do any damage. Total rookie here so take it easy on me please lol. Thanks y'all!

Hello, I've written a personal narrative style post these days. This is my first time trying seriously at writing a text outside of school and I'd like to have it critiqued. Here's the link to the full post: https://erotophonophilia.neocities.org/bugsnhubris and here's an excerpt:
After that cut to black, I was taken to my own point of view, where I was in my garden, gathering worms from the soil and putting them in an empty little plastic container. I wasn’t planning on using them for fishing, though – I wasn’t even sure why I was doing that if I wasn’t even planning on using them as bait for fishing, but I decided I was “low on worms” (???) and had to stock up on a few of them.
After grabbing enough of them and storing them in the pot, I get off the ground and go into my home. I close the door and then turn up to look at the clock hung at the top of the house’s door leading from the living room into the kitchen. I noticed it’s 11:30 AM, and I haven’t made any preparations for lunch.
After getting stressed out and cursing my inattentiveness for a little bit, I suddenly take my palm off my face and look at what I’m holding in my hands, in morbid realization. I storm into the kitchen, as I had no time to waste if I wanted to eat the meal I had in mind in a timely manner. I don’t even know why I was stressing about eating lunch at exactly noon. Or why I thought eating worms was my best option at the moment. But alas.
While running towards my stove, I put the pot with the worms on top of the table and quickly light the strongest burner, and on top of it goes a pot with water that I then heavily salt. After it boils, I rip open a spaghetti packet with my bare hands and dump it all there. It has to cook for seven minutes, so I leave the stove and go back to my kitchen table. In the same little plastic container I was storing the worms, with their bits of ground and all – I crack two eggs and pour about a cup of whole milk in it. Then I throw in two generous sprinkles of salt and crack out a whole lot of black pepper. I vigorously stir it for like the whole 6 minutes I had left before the pasta was done and bam, I had my pasta sauce. After reserving about two cups of the pasta water, I drain the rest and add in my pasta sauce to the spaghetti, and mix it well.
After my exemplary mise en place and outstanding culinary technique, I wipe the sweat off my brows and look at the kitchen clock again and I see it’s 11:58 pm – A kind of satisfaction I’ve never felt before washes all over my body while I serve me a plate of some worm carbonara. I will state this again: I have no idea why I’m doing all of this or feeling these things. I can imagine myself being a worm eater, but I would never ever be a punctual person.

My wife and I moved into a house back in December of 2023. It has been nothing but problems since then, but the problem that prompted the question is the HVAC unit. We have constantly dealt with it going out and having to wait for a tech to come fix it. Many days with no air and the temps outside reaching high 80s.
Recently, the problems have gotten worse. After the 4th time of having a technician come fix the system, it stayed on. However, it now leaks through the ceiling, through our floors upstairs, and down into the kitchen. The ceiling is so bad that the most recent tech that came out had to shut it off because it could potentially cause enough damage to fall through the ceiling. On top of that, he said that it seems to have caught fire at one point as the drain pan and other parts showed fire damage.
All of this seems like the house is becoming more of a hazard than a home. Just curious if there is any leg to stand on to break our lease?
I’ll also mention this house is ran under a property management company. Specifically, Pathlight Management Company.

I (f62) just sent this to my partner (m59). We are preparing to sell our house and he keeps cleaning the kitchen and every else to avoid packing or getting rid of anything. I’m desperate not to hurt or punish him for his collection but I’m beginning to feel like I don’t want to live anymore. It’s draining me to the point that I just want to disappear.
Am I being unreasonable?
Babes. I need to get this off my chest. I’m feeling very teary and anxious about sitting down to work. Very very anxious.
I’m very glad to see you thinking positively about moving.
I try not to message you at work or just before bed. I don’t like to upset you. But I am suffering for it. There is never a good time.
But I just went in the garage to get linseed oil to polish up the door entryway.
And I almost broke into tears. Feelings of hopelessness and despair all through my body. I couldn’t cry. I had to tell myself I’m strong and I can get through this . Somehow I, with you, will get this all cleaned out before the 8th. But I feel like going back to bed and hiding from it. I feel like we aren’t going to get as much for the house as we think. Especially if we can’t get rid of all this stuff. There is just such an overwhelming amount of stuff that is not useful, broken, damaged, rusted, unused and not wanted. It’s breaking my will to keep going. I’m exhausted mentally and physically.
I dread having to hire people to take stuff that you might want - even if that want is not logical.
Please. Don’t clean the kitchen or cook. If you want to really help us, get the trailer organised, fill it up and take it to the dump. Give the Fiat away. Just make some progress because I am just dying inside with the burden of doing all this.
We will have a better life without all this stuff. I need you to be your most wise and sensible self to get through it.
Maybe we don’t make enough money, but all this stuff is costing us a shitload to get rid of. You can save us thousands by changing from “I might need this” to “unless it’s vital, it must go”.
Try for me baby. I need you to shift perspective. I know you can and I know you will feel really good about yourself if you do.
You have the will to do it. This is the best way to show me how much you love me. Because I know you do.
And I love you always. No matter what.
Update Edit: On return from work we had a nice hug and squeeze. He was a bit irritable but he did go in the garage and cleared out the attic. He definite did enough to see a difference.
Nothing worth having is easy. One day at a time for us. Thank you to everyone for your support.

Hi 25 M, 211 lbs, 5' 7", Omeprazole, ezitimibe, atorvastatin, hydrocodone-act, dicyclomine. Non smoke, previous biliary cholic due to chronic cholecystitis (confirmed by pathology) over last 6 months. Pathology came back as below:
PATHOLOGY CONSULTATION
Specimens A: GALLBLADDER
Clinical History Pre-op diagnosis: K80.20
Pathological Diagnoses GALLBLADDER; CHOLECYSTECTOMY:

• Chronic cholecystitis.
  
• Benign cholesterol polyp.
  
• Negative for dysplasia and malignancy.
  

Gross Description The specimen is received in a formalin-filled container, labeled with the patient's name, medical record number, and "1. Gallbladder." It consists of an intact club-shaped gallbladder that is 6.2 x 2.3 x 2.0 cm. The serosa is gray and smooth to tan-yellow and irregular. There is a 0.7 cm in length x 0.5 cm in diameter patent cystic duct (inked orange) that is closed by a white plastic clip. The lumen contains green viscous bile, with no discrete stones within the lumen or within the filtered formalin. The mucosa is green-brown and velvety with a wall 0.3 cm. There is a 0.4 x 0.3 x 0.2 cm yellow papillary polypoid excrescence 4.2 cm from the cystic duct margin. Representative sections are submitted, to include the entirety of the excrescence. The cystic duct margin is submitted en face (A1,Mx,1b). MCB/als
Operative report came back as below:
Procedure:

1. Robotic assisted laparoscopic cholecystectomy
2. Intra-operative cholangiogram
3. Indocyanine green administration (Firefly)

Indication for Procedure: 25yM who was seen in clinic for evaluation of MEG/RUQ pain. EGD demonstrated gastritis and RUQ US demonstrated a distended GB with a 4 mm stone. Robotic cholecystectomy was recommended. Informed consent was obtained before proceeding to the operating room. Surgical Findings: Critical view obtained, IOC negative Surgeon: None Specimen Removed: Gallbladder Estimated Blood Loss: 5 cc Anesthesiologist: Type of Anesthesia: General endotracheal Drains: None Complications: None Description of Procedure: Five mg IV ICG was administered in the pre-operative holding area. The patient was then transported to the operating room table in supine position. Pressure points were padded and sequential compressed devices applied to the bilateral lower extremities. General endotracheal anesthesia and peri-operative antibiotics were administered. The abdomen was prepped and draped in a sterile fashion and a multi-disciplinary time out was performed. A Veress needle was used to gain access at Palmer's Point. The abdomen was insufflated to a pressure of 15 mm Hg. An 11 blade was used to make a right mid-clavicular incision adjacent to the umbilicus and an 8 mm robotic trocar was inserted into the abdomen through this incision using optiview technique. Intra-abdominal inspection did not reveal any injury. Three additional 8 mm robotic trocars were inserted into the abdomen under direct visualization, all through incisions approximately one handbreath apart along the same horizontal access. An angiocatheter was advanced into the abdomen through the left subcostal Veress site to allow for cholangiogram later in the procedure. The patient was position in reverse trendelenburg with the left side down and the DaVinci robot was docked. The gallbladder did not appear acutely inflamed. The stomach, small bowel and colon were not overtly inflamed, no adhesions or bowel / colon distension was noted. No liver lesions noted. The gallbladder fundus was retracted cranially with a Prograsp forcep and the infundibulum retracted laterally and inferiorly with a Caudiere, thus exposing the triangle of Calot. Hook cautery was used to clear the anterior and posterior peritoneum and the cystic duct and cystic artery were circumferentially dissected. The critical view was obtained. Firefly mode as used to confirm biliary anatomy. A clip was placed distally on the cystic duct and a ductotomy was made proximal to the clip using scissors. An arrow catheter was advanced through the left subcostal angiocatheter into the cystic duct via the ducotomy and a cholangiogram was completed which demonstrated free flow of contrast through the common bile duct into the duodenum without any filling defects. The common bile duct and cystic duct were very narrow throughout. At this point the arrow catheter was withdrawn, two clips were placed proximally on the cystic duct and the duct was ligated at the ductotomy site. The cystic artery was similarly ligated with two clips proximally and one clip distally. The gallbladder was removed from the liver bed using hook cautery. Hemostasis was confirmed. The gallbladder was placed in an endocatch bag and the DaVinici robot was undocked. The endocatch containing the gallbladder was removed from the peri-umbilical port site which was then closed with multiple 0 Vicryl sutures on a suture passer The abdomen was desufflated and the trocars removed. Thirty milliliter(s) 0.25% Marcaine was infiltrated into the incisions which were then closed with 4-0 Monocryl subcuticular suture and Dermabond. The patient was extubated and transported to PACU in stable condition.
Surgeon noted that my ducts were very narrow, could this be a stricture that is still causing my pain? How long should I reasonably expect to have the pain in my right side when I breathe in while in recovery? If it does not go away after a while, should I anticipate an ERCP/stent situation? Feedback much appreciated.

Hi, I'm feeling so ashamed. We had a backup nanny today that I hadn't used before and she ended up leaving after an hour and I'm pretty sure it's because of the house is dirty. I've been having a hard time recently and haven't been keeping up with the cleaning as much as I should. Our house is a mess, but I didn't think it was that bad that someone would have to leave. There are lots of toys and random stuff around from my toddler taking things everywhere, crumbs on the floor in the kitchen, and the bathroom sink has a ring around the drain. I feel so dumb. Can anyone help me to feel like less of a failure, or just any tips for keeping things clean when stressed?

My boyfriend and I have lived together for a couple years and he is very tidy for the most part, in fact I would even say he is more tidy than I am with his belongings. However there are things he does which really give me “the ick” and just make me feel disgusted living with him. But I guess the issue is that when I get annoyed he acts as if I am being hypocritical because I am untidy in ways such as leaving my clothes out,etc. but in my opinion, the things he does that disgust me are not just leaving things laying around (which is what I am guilty of) but actually doing things that are just straight up gross. For example:
We don’t have a dishwasher so we have to hand wash our dishes. He will often not wash the dishes thoroughly and when we first started living together I would be drinking from a glass and it would smell of food water from the sink. Then I would look closer and see that the glass had clearly not been cleaned well at all. So sometimes I would watch him wash the dishes and I saw that he would just be doing a once over with the sponge on the inside and then just rinsing the outside of the glasses and bowls and things. This is after the item would have been sitting in the sink overnight on top of dirty dishes and food and such. I don’t know if I have some sort of sensory issue or if I’m normal, but this is disgusting to me. The way I see it, the kitchen sink is going to be one of the dirtiest places especially if there’s plates of food in it, so If I were washing a cup or bowl I would feel the need to go over the inside a few times to make sure it’s clean AS WELL as going over the outside too. So I have gotten used to just washing my own cups even if they appear clean and put away before I use them.
When I have complained about this he says, well you could do the dishes instead. Which is a fair response. However, I am not the person who is filling our sink with food and garbage. That’s right, garbage! He will just throw his wrappers and joint roaches and food scraps directly into the sink and we do not have a garbage disposal. So this means whoever does the dishes that he has loaded up into the sink without scraping the food off will have to excavate through food and garbage that shouldn’t be in there. This again is absolutely disgusting to me and I absolutely hate the sensation of having to sort through wet food, and cut it out of the sink to carry it to the garbage. So I will just wash the dishes that are out of the sink and leave the ones he has placed in the sink for him to do himself. I have even said to him, if you just stack the dishes to the side of the sink instead of placing them in the sink to marinate with all the food and trash, I will happily wash them since that’s not gross to me and I don’t feel like I should have to excavate through things he just piled in there. I’ve basically just given up on ever cleaning the things in the sink because it disgusts me so much and I will just clean all the things that aren’t in the sink. There’s been times after he cleans the sink out after a few days that I will go to town deep cleaning the crevices in the sink and even pouring baking soda and vinegar down the drain to get rid of the food smells with the intention of us having a nice clean space, but he will go back to putting food in it so I don’t even try to keep the sink clean after deep cleaning it like that.
I think we must have different senses of what is gross and what’s not, because he clearly is not phased by the sink at all, and when he cups the wet food debris in his hand to walk to the garbage to dump it, it will be dribbling food water out of his hands onto the floor. He does not seem to be grossed out by this because he doesn’t care and always does this.
Today I was so frustrated when he went to kiss me and I said he had a runny nose, so he went to the towel that was hanging on the door nearby and just straight up WIPED HIS SNOTTY NOSE AND BLEW IT ON THE CLEAN TOWEL. I had literally washed the towel the other day and used it one time to dry off after a shower. I was appalled and said “ew why are you doing that” and he made a silly face and blew into it harder in a comical way as if to tease me or be funny but I was genuinely pissed. I said something like, “this is not funny to me, I’m actually annoyed” and he acted aloof and short with me when I wouldn’t let it go, asking him if he would do the laundry and wash some of the towels later since that was the last clean one.
It especially disgusts me bc the way he just automatically did it and then left the towel there hanging (instead of taking it down from the door and to the dirty clothes pile) tells me that he must do crap like that often and I don’t know. It makes me feel like I need to have my own separate towel that he doesn’t use, just so I can have a towel that i know is clean to use. I came home from a work trip the other day and saw that the towel he had been using had orange dots on it like some kind of food stain, I didn’t think much of it until today.
Another example of bad cleanliness: once I was on the toilet taking a dump, he came in and was joking/teasing me about how stinky it was (we were both laughing bc we tease each other like this) and he reached out and flushed the toilet while I was sitting on it. This is absolutely disgusting to me bc I instantly felt all the toilet water with my sh*t in it mist my ass and vag and everything in between. I was disgusted and hopped in the shower her and I thought he did it as a mean Prank knowing I could just shower off. But then I found it that apparently he just does that when he thinks he will need to flush more than once.
All of this suddenly made me realize why my boyfrien is always getting so many different infections. He has had some sort of skin infection in his buttcrack for several months if not over a year and went to th doctor but it never went away. He has also had some sort of wart problem on his d*ck that he got checked out and it ended up being a somewhat common fungal thing that kids get on their hands fro not washing and people get on their genitals too. So now that i know that he’s ok with using dirty towels and flushing poo water onto his own ass, it makes sense how he is having these problems. I even had a couple of yeast infections that I’m now not so surprised about.
I was always thankful that he is a tidy man and I felt bad for being a messy person, but it is just things like this that just make me go ICK that are causing me to feel so disgusted. When I have brought the issue with the dishes up in the past he has expressed that he feels I leave my things all over to the point where it encroaches on him and when he initially brought it up I was surprised but apologetic and I’ve been working on kieeping my things more separate and not leaving my clothes out and such. But when I bring up these things I am disgusted with or today when I was annoyed about the towel he acted like I was being annoying or too harsh or unfair.
So tell me Reddit, am I being a huge wimp with all of this? I know the food and sink things I’m probably being wimpy about, but also think it’s reasonable to not want food scraps and other random crap that doesn’t go in the sink. I also do think there’s a difference between being kind of messy and leaving some of my clothes out and doing things gross like that that in my opinion are degrading the cleanliness of our space and items.