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Has anyone had any experience/success with using nasal filters in lieu of a mask for things like dental appointments? And if so, what kind?
My husband's VA now only requires masking in designated "high risk" areas, which for whatever reason doesn't include dental, despite the fact that everyone who goes there, regardless of their medical history, has to take off their mask to receive treatment, and they can't just choose to mask to protect themselves.
He's using Enovid before and after his appointments and as recommended throughout the day. I'm using it as well. We're basically treating him like he's been exposed, and we're masking when together in shared parts of the house. It's summer, so we can fortunately keep our home well ventilated. He has a corsi box in the room he's quarantining in, and I have one in the main part of the house where our critters and I are staying.
He's having a LOT of dental work in July. I think he has an appointment every week, and one week with two. He does say that they've added new air filtration systems to all the rooms where dental work is done, so that is comforting. If there is any added level of protection we can get for him to make the upcoming month safer and less stressful, I'm here for it. I only just found out about commercially available nasal filters, and I know that most of them are geared towards allergies and pollution, but I've seen a couple of brands that claim to reduce viral and bacterial exposure. If anyone has used something like that, I'd love to hear about your experience.
Thanks!

I moved into this apartment in March (it’s an old style house thats divided into four apartments with the stairway and basement as shared common space) We have a company as our landlord and can contact multiple landlords for help. They are terrible and I still haven’t gotten the trash bins I asked to be ordered WHEN I MOVED IN and the landlord has “forgot” two times. We’ve had problems because they didn’t install the “heavy door with a key code on it” that they said they were waiting to be installed THE WEEK I MOVED IN. They never installed any door or LOCK and so this homeless man was sitting outside my apartment door, blocking the stairs and it was very scary. He came back multiple times and they FINALLY installed a lock but it was cheap so he broke in again due to the terribly light door. They installed a better lock, and we still have ptsd but he hasn’t bothered us. ANYWAYS thats not the point, thats to show how terrible they are. My downstairs neighbor and I started to hear mice in our shared wall and we contacted our landlord about it in May, they jUST got the place checked today. At this point the noise of the mice or rats can be heard outside the house extremely loudly. The pest control guy said they are going to have to fix the broken garage door that they’re getting in from, among other entry points that require something to get fixed by the landlord. I have a feeling that the landlords will not be out anytime soon if at all to fix anything.
Is there a way I can get out of this lease? I have many things in writing?

The Rock House
I am a 28 year old female. The story I’m about to tell you happened back in 2016 with my best friend Chris
Now every since the day Chris and I met we have always got ourselves in the dumbest things ever. I mean Chris ran away once and had my nerves all messed up. But He came back because he had no money. We were not the smartest teens but we still enjoyed life.
So one summer night Chris and I were hanging and we were trying to think of a place to explore (like we always did). At the time I told him I’ve never been to the old Rock House In Greenwood South Carolina. ( Now before I get started let me give you a little History on the Rock house. A man named Thomas “Tom” Payne Tolbert built a “Fire Proof House” in 1926. The fireproof house was constructed entirely from stone, concrete, glass, and steel.After years of family homes burning down. Tolbert lived in the detached kitchen and used the large house to store family heirlooms. Tolbert lived his later years in isolation.) The now-crumbling fortress is accessible only by foot, and no one has ever lived inside its walls. You can look up way more about the History online if you like.
No back to my story. I’ve always been told the Rock House has many spirits in and around it but like I said at the time I’ve never been to it. So with that said. Chris and I took my cousins car and headed out to the Old Rock House. I’ve heard of people going in the day time but never heard people say they went at night. We being dumb went at night because why not. Ghost and spirits never bothered me to much being that I’ve seen them my whole life.
Once we pull up to the woods and park on the side of the road I get the bad feeling run all over my body. I sit there for a moment. I believe Chris sees this look on my face and ask if I still want to do this. Something is telling me not to get out but at the same time I want to see this place even at night.
“Yeah let’s go see how scary this place is” I told him. “Hell yeah let’s do it!” he replied. We get out and start walking threw the woods. As we are walking we have our phones out for light and we are making jokes acting silly like we always do. We can never take anything seriously no matter what. As we are walking we don’t realize how quite it is to be in the woods… at night… in the middle of summer…
We find our way to the front of the house. Chris is in front of me and we are looking at the house. No front door and no windows. All you can see is pure darkness. For some reason I just can’t move even though Chris is walking to what used to be the door. At this moment I realize we are in complete darkness and there are no sounds. No animals, no bugs no wind or anything. Just pure silence. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something in the top left window. But before I completely look I hear something to the left of me and I look over. But I see nothing. Only the darkness. A feeling of dread falls over me but nothing is there. Chris is now at the door of the house and looks inside. I look at the windows and there it is. Something is there in the window looking down at me. My body turns cold. Those eyes. I’ll never forget those eyes burning a hole in my soul. Bright yellow redish eyes like fire. All of a sudden I hear Chris say “Oh Hell No” He turns to run to me but my body is still frozen. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to run. He never lets me go. As we are running we are jumping over falling trees and everything on the ground that people have left over time. As we run I realize something is running beside us and I don’t dare to look back.
My body is now in pilot mood as Chris has the grip still on my wrist pulling me. My mind is blank and my heart is racing. At one point I feel like I can feel the breath of what ever is chasing us.
The moment we make it to the car everything comes back to me and I’m back in control of my mind and body. We jump In the car and Chris goes to start the car he has is face covered in the string wheel as he tries to start the car... but… it’s dead! THE CAR IS DEAD! We start freaking out with my head buried between my legs and Chris still hiding his face I yell out “THIS IS IT CHRIS THIS IS HOW WE DIE! THIS IS WHY US WHITE PEOPLE DIE IN MOVIES BECAUSE WE DO DUMB SHIT LIKE THIS!” Chris yells back at me “Shut up we are not going to die the car will start!” I can still feel this thing outside of the car. Its just there. Is this why there are so many spirits here? Does it take the souls of people who it has caught come here? I feel it looking at us. Something wants me to look at it but at the same times a voice in my head is telling me not to. I want to cry.
The car starts and Chris tries to speed off. We start going dowm the road but then… one of the ties blew. We are now on the side of the road again and we just sit there not wanting to get out. It’s quite again. The feeling of being watched is still there. Luckily for us a guy in a truck pulls up behind us. I feel safe right now. The guy pulls over and helps Chris change the tire. I hold my phone as a light with my back to the woods. I still have that feeling. I want to turn and see what is there but I dare not to. Something is telling me not to look.
After the tire gets fixed we head to the Huddle House close by to calm down. The poor lady working that night sees something is wrong and with what little money we have the lady helps us pay for a meal.
The next few days Strange things start happening around my house. For example I’m in the kitchen fixing something for lunch. My roommate and I are talking like normal and the cutting board goes flying across the kitchen. See gives me this looks and says. “See what you caused! Shit keeps happening for no reason all because you want to visit haunted places.” I pick up the cutting board. At this point I feel like I need to make things right. I've always been told that if you disturb the dead that you have to make things right. So with that being said. That weekend I go see some friends who doesn’t live for from the Rock House and tell them I need to go there so we do. This time it’s full daylight. Once we get there I still have this feeling but I don’t say a word. Once we get to the house my friends go in to look around. They explore the place. Inside and out. I look to the left of me and see nothing but the feeling is there. My body is weak. As I walk in I look in the direction that Chris saw something at. Then I look into the room to the left of me and see the room is full of designs in paint all over the room. The whole house is covered the same way. But there is something about this one room. I walk into the room. There is a Pentagram with all the markings around it. I walk over to it and examine it closely.
I walk around it seeing if it’s done right and to my eyes I see that it is. I yell out to my friends “Hey I think someone tried to summon a demon or something!” As soon as the words leave my mouth something comes crashing down. I nope the hell out of there and just start running out of the house sadly leaving my friends inside not meaning to. All I do is run through the woods yelling “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” I don’t stop until I’m out of the woods.
My friends come after me wondering what is going on so I tell them about the other night and what just happened as well. At this point I just want to leave. We all get into the car. The friend driving goes to start the car… it’s dead… just like the other night but in a different car. My mind goes back to the other night this big dark creature comes to mind for some reason. I never seen it before. Was it the thing chasing us that night? Was it putting itself in my mind to scare me more? So many questions. I try my best not to freak out. I called my roommate to come pick us up. As we are waiting a car pulls up. He must live on this road and knows what happened. He says every time someone goes to the house their car is dead when they get back. He helps jump start the car and we go down the road. I see my roommate and I jump out of the car and jump into mine. I speed off as fast as I can wanting to get as far away from this place at possible. My friends meet me at my house and I made a promise to my self to never go back to the Rock House.
For some reason Chris and I stopped hanging out. We didn’t get in a fight or anything we just stopped being friends and we never spoke about what happened that night until a few weeks again. We both seemed to have forgotten that night. I called him and asked him what it was that he saw that night inside the house to make him do what he did. He doesn’t remember what he saw but he remembers that night. I thought I wouldnt forget but I did until a few weeks ago... Someone told me that a brain will block out something so traumatizing that you won’t remember what happened and live your life like normal. Maybe that’s what our brains did for us so we won’t live in fear forever.
Now its 2023 and now that I remember this I told this story recently to a few of my friends at work and one person told me they want to visit The Rock House. I told them no they don’t but they really want to not believing in Ghost and has never experienced anything Ghostly. So I said “Go if you want but I promise you I won’t be going back to that place ever again and once you do you won’t go back there either. The witch that used to live behind me didn’t scare my as much as what ever was in the woods that night.” Yes a witch used to live in the property behind my hosue.

One thing I learnt from my parents was how not to live my life. I'm not really "living the life" either it's mostly pathetic and I'm aware of that no shame. But I definitely know what not to do after I do get my life back on track. And my parents also gave me the best relationship advice anyone can get. You know you hear these people and read comments giving advice when to leave when there's a toxic relationship or what are the red flags. They only tell you and you read words you don't really get it first hand. But I had the blessing to get those first hand by watching not by reading or listening.
I got a brother he's the sanest person in my family. He raised me literally. My brother as my father figure. You think this is sad but let me tell you he's the best father there can be. He doesn't have a kid yet but I know he'll be the best dad ever. Atleast he was for me, it's as if God said "oops i forgot to give you a proper dad. Here I hope this helps." Raised by an elder sibling my whole life lmao. When he left home after he graduated I was devastated but also happy for him. Now my mom was there for me. Like she's the best of the two partners here. She gave up her dignity and respect for us. Now I know she tried to set an example as to how to maintain the marriage but honestly I really don't see it. Tbh she's really naive her whole life she has been like that. She endured. My entire dad's family gave shit to her and she endured because of us. She sacrificed but I honestly don't know if it was good or bad. I can't judge here since for me she has been my superhero the savior in my family. My mom comes first always and then bro. If my mom couldn't handle something she used to pass it bro and somehow I always listened to him. Now when it comes to my dad. Tbh I never really knew him until he retired from office. I used to be very oblivious to what was going in the house. Maybe my bro kept me distracted cuz after he left I always used to hear fights and bullshit drama and screaming. It's as if I was in an entirely different household. I asked my bro and he said well it always has been like that. You never noticed?
LMAO
Anyway I plan on doing many things after I get my first salary. First would be to get my mom a ticket to her hometown where she can be with her mom and probably buy her things she never got from her husband. For example, a lipstick.
Now this post my seem like I'm villainising my dad which I don't really intend to. It's just some of the truth i faced in my life because these are the memories i have and these were the things I saw and heard in my household. But I love my dad regardless. Maybe it's just he doesn't love us back the same way but he's my dad how can I not? He worries about me and yk taught me things like a dad would. He just never loved or cared enough to show i guess. That's why my bro always came first because he was there for me more than my dad he taught me more things and he showed me how much he loved me. Even in school parents teachers meet it always used to be my mom who showed up never my dad. My dad never kept any info about my academics. Always my mom. The one time maybe in 8th grade my mom couldn't come so my bro came to meet the teachers.
My bro has been there but also my dad on certain occasions. But it used to be mostly my bro so thats why I consider him more as my father figure. But that doesn't make my dad any less of a dad.
I request you all if you want to comment don't say anything bad about him. He has his own ways and I know him more than any of you guys. That's how he was raised by my grandma and he lives like that so nothing wrong. There's no bad or evil person in this rant just a morally gray area for me. I just wanted to share this to feel lighter. I can't share or talk about this to anyone i know personally so here it is.
If bad English please ignore since I wrote this on the spot.

Zero bullshit, texts to prove it. TLDR, May 31 I had a vivid dream about being visited by them. I’m not nuts, I don’t think I was abducted.
But, what I saw in my dream looked almost precisely like what this kid in the video described. Very tall, huge eyes, skinny grayish green with long 4 fingers on each hand.
In my dream I woke up for the usual pee and food at early morning. Something made a sound in the garage so I looked in and the door to the garage was unlocked. I panicked and went to check on my GF who was asleep, grabbed a boom stick and looked outside. There on of them was in my back yard, I went back into the bedroom to check on my gf and through the window I could see it flanking the house so I went to the front windows
Another one was at the neighbor going inside and a bright light flashed. Fear turned to rage and I went to go outside and shoot whatever wasn’t human.
The one in my yard spoke to me but without words and said it’s not here to fight and don’t cause a scene, we will leave soon. I could sort of hear a conversation between them saying I’m awake and armed and it’s a problem
The light flashes again but like the sun through the whole area and I woke up.
Never have I once dreamed anything similar, and that we we had the disclosure and the Vegas scene.

My cat is 15+ years and she takes gabapentin to manage her pain; it was prescribed by our vet after she had a urinary tract infection and cried pain while peeing and was peeing blood all over the house. It’s over now and back to normal, but without her meds, she can’t pee normally. Today, after giving her 1.5 ml does this morning, I noticed she has trouble keeping her balance and facial twitching. Her left front paw was notably weaker and wouldn’t even hold her up. She can still jump onto chairs, but slides right off as if she doesn’t have a sense of gravity and walks very close to the floor. She’s still drinking water and eating her food and overall healthy.
I was looking up ataxia in cats and suggestions were to stop her meds for a bit. However, she needs it in order to go potty properly and without any pain (she has diabetes). Am I doing the right thing here? Our vet said to give her a dose every day (1-1.5 ml at 250ml/5ml, liquid; she weighs 11 lbs), but I haven’t seen this before.
I’m honestly thinking that it’s time to have a talk with my family about what’s best for her at this point, except it’s not my decision to make. I’d really appreciate any help or comments about whether I’m overreacting and if this is a normal side effect or more severe? She’s eating her food as we speaking but walks and climbs ever so slowly and falls every now and again.

Basically just coming here to get some things off my chest. We broke up about 10 months ago and continued living together. There was no sign this was going to change until his car broke down. He ended up buying a brand new truck and popped it on me that he can’t afford helping with rent and paying for his new truck. At first I was happy that finally there was a push to get some closure for both of us. He said he’d be out the following week, but I asked him to stay a couple more because I had told him when we first broke up that I need a months notice and wasn’t financially capable to carry the house without it. Well, that couple weeks is almost up. He’s been taking small loads of his stuff daily for the past week. Seeing the house we shared being emptied is overwhelming. Going through boxes and selecting what we’re going to each keep is overwhelming. I cry in waves and try to hide it. I didn’t expect to have this reaction to be honest. I thought I had come to terms with everything.
I’m just sad. I’m going to miss him, if not just him but the company as well. I’m stressed having to do this on my own now. Financially, mentally, physically….
We have two dogs and we are both okay with splitting time with them. I’m so scared for when he has them….it’s gonna feel even worse and lonely. They also make me feel more protected and I have never lived on my own. Nevermind having a whole house.
We had an emotional talk last night because I kinda broke down and couldn’t hide it anymore. It hurt even more because I had been asking for this conversation since we broke up and he didn’t open up even when we were trying to repair it. It’s just too little too late and it hurt way more.
This house feels like a hell hole and I don’t know what I’m going to do to erase all the memories here.
If anyone has any advice on how to move forward without feeling debilitated please let me know

We are heading to Nassau/Paradise Island for full 4 days in early November and wonder if it’s advised to rent a car or not?
We are 2 adults and one baby. Looking forward to experience as much as possible of the Nassau island. I rented a car before in Cayman islands and US Virgin Islands and definitely a car was needed.
1) In case renting a car will be advised, any affordable/cheap hidden spots around the Atlantis in Paradise Island? The costs of parking at Atlantis don’t seem cheap
2) Any local/cheap car rental companies? I remember there was a spin off Hertz in Cayman Islands and cars were very cheap compared to competitors so wonder if there is any recommended

So recently I have had a lot if change in the party composition. The main story line that was going on was one of my players was from town that just disappeared off the face of the planet, and they were trying to find out how to fix it, while they were looking for their wife, who had an unborn child. While one of the other party members was from the future and was sent to the past by the "goddess of time" to fix some of the fractures in the timeline (as I'm writing this I'm realizing how much this seems like Loki, or the new spider verse). The player who is looking for his family finds the other player in the forests and it turns out its their child, they kept this a secret for a while.
The child finds this out later, and then when the child touches a cursed weapon and falls under its curse, the father sacrifices himself as the party killed the child on accident (they said non lethal damage, but thematically it didn't really make sense), the only way in which the child could be saved was if the town, which they earlier learned was in a time bubble in hell, was saved, as they were being born in this hell. I had him open a portal to hell and use all of his life force, which was connected to his powers of chronomancy, to save the people. So now that the timeline was "restored" the child returned to their time.
So long story short the two players that I had most of the story based around are now gone and my party members have gone from the original 6 to only one of the original characters, and now I'm stuck on what to do. I'm currently running a war arc, in which the party is protecting the city they are housed in is going to be under seige by an armybof monsters, one very similar to the one from the drizzt book "The Crystal Shard," and I'm at loss at what to do next, I planned on taking these characters to a higher level and they are currently only level 6. Not sure what to do after this and most of the players are still getting into their new characters.
My next thoughts are to have them go on an adventure that explore the world, but I really don't have a lot of the rest of the world built, just the country they are in and one other country that one of the players are from.
So I guess I'm asking is what resources could I use to make more of the world feel flushed out. And what would you guys recommend for naval combat or just naval fairing general.
Sorry I know this is a long post and it might not make you much sense, so just ask any questions.

My husband and I have started looking for a home. Our gross annual combined income is 154k, we take home ~8500/month. My husbands 401K and roth come straight out of his paycheck, my roth I pay after my paycheck 500/month so lets say we take home ~8000/month. Current necessary expenses (taken from May of this year)
Rent: $2307.95
groceries: $717.89
recurring bills (including power, water, internet, carenters insurance, spotify/hulu account): $532.07
gas: $268.68
husband's car payment: $300/month (about 2 years left on this)
total of all that: $4126.59
of course, we spend part of our income on fun things like travel, eating out occasionally, and shopping however those amounts vary monthly and we still come out ahead every month where we are able to put $500-$700 into our liquid savings account every month and still have usually $1k-$1.5k left over. we have an emergency fund of $20k that we absolutely do not plan on touching to buy a house.
we decided that our budget for a house would be $375-$400k - to be in a good neighborhood with good schools with a house that doesn't need tons of work this seems to be about the going rate. (by tons of work I mean roof/HVAC/foundation issues, I am fine with living in a house with carpet and 90's style choices in countertops). I am about to turn 30 and my husband is 32, and we are about ready to have a baby. Our current apt is 1100 sq ft 2 bed/2 bath in the heart of our city and we honestly have a great deal on it for the quality and the location. We got pre-approved at 6.25% and we have enough in our savings account for a 20% down payment ($80k). The calculator my dad made us is showing that with taxes, insurance, and mortgage we would probably be paying a minimum of $3200 a month on a house.
The next big monthly cost would be daycare which seems to run about $1500/month for 1 infant. This would not be an expense for at least one year and more realistically it would be after that time frame. My parents live in the same city but with us planning to move to the suburbs they wouldn't be close enough to really take care of our child every day, and also I don't want to ask them to do that unless we really had to. So those 2 costs alone would be $4700/month which is more than half our take home pay.
This seems like SO MUCH money to me and it feels impossible. I average about a 3-5% salary increase each year and my husband increases 5-7% and gets seemingly random bonuses with very random amounts (he got one $12k bonus and then a month later got a $1500 bonus but then didn't get one for the next 2 months and there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it). if we move to the burbs our gas bill will probably be higher because my husband will have to drive further to work (I will be doing about the same). Power bill will probably be higher due to having a larger space. All expenses will go up with a baby when we eventually have one. When I do the math it says we can afford it, but it just doesn't feel like it. I guess this is somewhat of a rant but we are tired of renting and ready to move into the next phase of our lives. We don't want to be house poor but it seems like we might have to be for at least a little while and hope that our salaries increase.

My immediate family and my father have a very rocky relationship. Tdlr he lied to my family our entire lives and treated us like shit. He always had this Rolex GMT Master that he wore every day. As a kid I always asked to wear it and look at it and he would always refuse, he was extremely protective of it. On my 19th birthday he asked me to visit him and he gave it to me. It’s been 2 years I’ve owned it and I’ve gotten the watch appraised, it’s valued around $18,000… this amount of money would help my family and I so much, I have a broken car and rent to pay for and it’s just seeming impossible right now.
The problem is, I just can’t bring myself to sell it. I don’t know if it’s sentimental value, or me not wanting my father to find out and be angry with me. I have no clue how to feel about it. On one hand I’ll be financially stable again and can afford to start investing in my future, stocks, school etc… on the other hand, I can keep a watch that means a lot to my dad and just stresses me out when I look at it.
Im lost and I don’t know what to do.

(sorry for the format i’m on mobile) Im not sure if this should go here in aita, but that’s where it’s going.
My (15) sibling (18) is the biggest bully i’ve ever encountered. I’ll be using the name Kevin for this story. Kevin likes to call me a Dumbass all the time. No matter what I do I’m a dumbass. When we were little Kevin would chase me around the house threatening to kill me. My other brother (20) we’ll call him James, had to literally sit in them. My sibling would degrade me, hit me, and even once threw a brush at me and gave me a black eye. Kevin manipulated me to tell my parents it was the cat. (don’t ask me why they believed it) Kevin loved to torment me, by just messing with me and manipulating me not to tell my parents. There were many times i had to lock myself in the bathroom. Kevin used to be on medication around the age of 15 and that helped soooo much. But they got pregnant and had to stop the medication. (they terminated) and haven’t been on medication since. and they’ve gotten back to what it was before. Kevin likes to use me as a punching bag (mentally), they have to do dishes? be mad at Troy (me). I have to wake them up? be mad at Troy. They wake up on their own? Theyre mad at troy. so one day I stuck up for myself and Kevin got mad, They said “THEY ALWAYS DO THIS” (me being “mean” but i was just sticking up for myself) my parents basically just say that i should stick up for myself more. And Kevin has a dog that sleeps in their room, but Kevin likes to go to their friends house (i think of the friend as my sibling). So who has to watch the dog?? ME. Don’t get me wrong i love that dog but they go away like 4 times a week. And I don’t get paid to dog sit for them. I’m doing online school because i literally cant go to school due to mental health. And Kevin LOVES to convince my mother to that i should go back. So this is the part where i am be ta. They did something dumb in front of my parents so i called Kevin an idiot bc i cant curse in front of my parents. And they got mad like always. They starting saying things like “you always do this, you’re always mean.” so i fired back “SO ARE YOU” and they got really pissed. And yelled some more so i went and got my phone out of their room and they said “see they always do that, we get in a fight and they act like everything is ok!” but in reality i was getting my phone to go to my room. so aita?

I have a friend who is trying to buy a house but is also planning on leaving her job to go to med school. She hasn’t mentioned these plans to her broker, so her broker thinks she going to be staying at the same job she’s had for the past three years. Is she required to tell her mortgage broker that she plans on quitting her job and enrolling in med school this coming fall? If she gets the loan/ house before she officially quits her job and before school starts, is it still mortgage fraud?
This is in New England, if that makes a difference.
— A very concerned friend.

I’m in the process of liquidating my entire collection due to a recent separation and thought it would make sense to list by house. Sorry, no trades.
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We have two weeks off of daycare later this summer and are trying to plan a staycation/small vacation to keep our little one entertained.
Vacation plans would be going camping, or renting a small cottage for a few days. Staycation plans would driving to a nice beach, doing a day hike, or going to our local water park.
What have you done with your little ones that you enjoyed, and any thing I should avoid? We’re in Ontario, Canada for reference.

So my truck has a blown head gasket and it’s been hard for me to get around lately. I have to be using Uber All the time and constantly be asking for rides. My roommate went on a trip to Arizona this weekend and he left the keys to his car. My friends all wanted to hang out and go drinking last night but no one wanted to use their ride so I suggested let’s just take my roommates ride. He won’t notice if I just put in gas to about the amount it was before. Also he’s really chill and lenient about stuff. I known this guy for like 2 years so we are sort of close. Anyways we were all having a blast last night, dancing to music in the car, hollering and speeding alittle bit. Well one of my imbeciles I was with decided to put us in her Snapchat story of us dancing really hard in his car while I was speeding really fast swerving thru traffic. For clarification the only reason I was driving like that was because the teriyaki boyz song from need for speed came on and it made me really excited to speed. His car is really fast too so it’s perfect for that specific scenario. No one got hurt and we didn’t get pulled over. Everything is fine until I started getting All sorts of texts from my roommate. He is pissed at me for taking his car without his permission and driving so wreckless. In my defense the roads weren’t crowded, I didn’t drink that much, and I been driving for 10 years on these roads. He is saying he might move out because of me but I need him to help pay rent. What is everyone’s thoughts?

So my mother and I rented an Airbnb right by a very large university hospital because I was getting major surgery. I'd have to stay close to the hospital for two weeks post op while I recover because we live far away. The airbnb was not particularly cheap for the area either. When we arrived a few weeks ago the place is not in good condition, the bathroom door is broken around the handle, the front door is all worn away but at least still locks, blinds broken, and everything just looks like it had white painted on over a very beat up apartment with zero repairs. Whatever, I can manage, especially because I would be in the hospital. First night there, the shower nob to turn it on completely breaks off. He takes FOUR days to fix it. There are no duvets in the duvet covers so no blankets. Minimal kitchen equipment even though it was advertised as stocked with utensils, oil, etc. Once again, I was nice because I was in the hospital so we weren't really there. Then I get home from the hospital a week later and get into bed and a painting comes down off the wall and almost destroys my newly constructed spine. Not great.
And finally, three days ago the wifi starts to get really spotty. It's advertised in the booking as high speed internet and a good workspace. Then yesterday the internet tv (no cable) stops working. I spend an hour trying to fix the TV with no luck. Though I did get it to turn on again which it wasn't doing for a while. Did power cycling, soft and hard reset, etc. Contacted the host yesterday because I did want to give it some time and try to fix it myself. He says "he'll try to swing by tomorrow and restart the router" (which is not in the unit or I would do it myself). Now it's 2pm and no wifi or TV for almost three days. I'm in surgery recovery with some serious restrictions so literally all I can do is watch TV. He's right by the hospital so he gets a lot of patients staying here and has multiple units in this building.
I've contacted the host twice now about the wifi and he's not particularly responsive clearly. Haven't heard from him today at all. Basically I want to know is this a valid reason to complain to airbnb? Or is there anything that can be done? I'm literally just staring at the ceiling stewing in post op pain because I can't even look down to read a book. It just seems absolutely ridiculous.

NOTE THAT THIS A GENERALIZED PERCEPTION OF HOW THEY LOOK LIKE
The average house is a bungalow type structure, the walls and floors are constructed with stone and bricks , while the wall is painted sometimes tiled with granites and the roof tends to be either steel or slate
most of them have five rooms; 3 bedrooms, a kitchen , a room for sitting or dining and a prayer room Toilets are usually an outhouse in the yard or if you have the money to install
As you enter the average house, you find yourself in a cozy entrance hall, no more than 4 feet wide, adorned with hooks for hanging coats and a designated area for leaving shoes. It serves as a functional space to welcome guests and transition from the outdoors.'
In most cases, the first room you encounter is either the kitchen or the sitting room. The kitchen is the heart of the home, featuring a basic yet efficient layout with a stove, sink, and modest countertop space. The walls may be adorned with traditional handcrafted decorations, and a small table with chairs serves as a place for family meals. Among the five rooms, there are two bedrooms designed for rest and privacy. These rooms are modestly furnished with beds, nightstands, and basic storage for clothing and personal belongings. The walls may be painted in soothing tones, creating a serene atmosphere.
there is a dedicated prayer room, providing a sacred space for spiritual reflection and devotion. It may contain a small altar or religious symbols, with cushions or rugs for prayer.
The Noble house, on the other hand, is a either a mansion or a villa type structure depending on your wealth and noble rank
The walls are constructed with marble, adorned with paintings and tapestries that depict scenes of historical significance and heraldic achievements.
you will see towering doors embellished with detailed carvings of their crest . The entrance hall is vast and adorned with marble columns, chandeliers that illuminate the space with a warm and gentle glow, and luxurious furnishings that exude refinement. The room is curated with an assortment of exquisite artifacts, art pieces, and antique furniture that showcase the noble clans impeccable taste and their legacy.
after the entrance hall, there are series of rooms . The noble house has multiple living areas, each uniquely designed and furnished to cater to various needs and occasions. The sitting room features plush velvet sofas, ornate tables, and gilded mirrors that reflect the room's magnificence. Elaborate draperies frame the windows,that shows a glimpse of the manicured gardens outside.
The house has a kitchen, where skilled chefs craft culinary masterpieces. Equipped with expensive appliances and adorned with marble countertops, the kitchen serves as a hub of mouth watering delicacies. Adorned with crystal chandeliers and polished silverware
the noble house has a private chapel, a sanctuary for spiritual solace. decorated with stained glass windows, intricately carved altars, and adorned with precious religious artifacts

One thing I learnt from my parents was how not to live my life. I'm not really "living the life" either it's mostly pathetic and I'm aware of that no shame. But I definitely know what not to do after I do get my life back on track. And my parents also gave me the best relationship advice anyone can get. You know you hear these people and read comments giving advice when to leave when there's a toxic relationship or what are the red flags. They only tell you and you read words you don't really get it first hand. But I had the blessing to get those first hand by watching not by reading or listening.
I got a brother he's the sanest person in my family. He raised me literally. My brother as my father figure. You think this is sad but let me tell you he's the best father there can be. He doesn't have a kid yet but I know he'll be the best dad ever. Atleast he was for me, it's as if God said "oops i forgot to give you a proper dad. Here I hope this helps." Raised by an elder sibling my whole life lmao. When he left home after he graduated I was devastated but also happy for him. Now my mom was there for me. Like she's the best of the two partners here. She gave up her dignity and respect for us. Now I know she tried to set an example as to how to maintain the marriage but honestly I really don't see it. Tbh she's really naive her whole life she has been like that. She endured. My entire dad's family gave shit to her and she endured because of us. She sacrificed but I honestly don't know if it was good or bad. I can't judge here since for me she has been my superhero the savior in my family. My mom comes first always and then bro. If my mom couldn't handle something she used to pass it bro and somehow I always listened to him. Now when it comes to my dad. Tbh I never really knew him until he retired from office. I used to be very oblivious to what was going in the house. Maybe my bro kept me distracted cuz after he left I always used to hear fights and bullshit drama and screaming. It's as if I was in an entirely different household. I asked my bro and he said well it always has been like that. You never noticed?
LMAO
Anyway I plan on doing many things after I get my first salary. First would be to get my mom a ticket to her hometown where she can be with her mom and probably buy her things she never got from her husband. For example, a lipstick.
Now this post my seem like I'm villainising my dad which I don't really intend to. It's just some of the truth i faced in my life because these are the memories i have and these were the things I saw and heard in my household. But I love my dad regardless. Maybe it's just he doesn't love us back the same way but he's my dad how can I not? He worries about me and yk taught me things like a dad would. He just never loved or cared enough to show i guess. That's why my bro always came first because he was there for me more than my dad he taught me more things and he showed me how much he loved me. Even in school parents teachers meet it always used to be my mom who showed up never my dad. My dad never kept any info about my academics. Always my mom. The one time maybe in 8th grade my mom couldn't come so my bro came to meet the teachers.
My bro has been there but also my dad on certain occasions. But it used to be mostly my bro so thats why I consider him more as my father figure. But that doesn't make my dad any less of a dad.
I request you all if you want to comment don't say anything bad about him. He has his own ways and I know him more than any of you guys. That's how he was raised by my grandma and he lives like that so nothing wrong. There's no bad or evil person in this rant just a morally gray area for me. I just wanted to share this to feel lighter. I can't share or talk about this to anyone i know personally so here it is.
If bad English please ignore since I wrote this on the spot.

Hey y'all, just looking for some advice from folks who have roommated with other cat parents.
We've lived with other cat parents and their babies several times but this is the first time we've encountered this issue. My fiance and I have lived in a house with cycling roommates for a couple of years and earlier this year got a new roommate with a large orange tabby. He's not the nicest with people and we soon realized that he will lunge and pounce on our cats in a non-playful manner, especially if they are in the living room and kitchen specifically. He seems to be very territorial and will lash out at our cats.
Obviously, keeping the cats separated is key, though the other cat parent doesn't seem to share the same level of concern, so she allows her cat to be in the same room, jump over baby gates, etc. thinking that supervision is enough and it typically results in her cat lunging at ours and us retreating with our two cats to our bedroom. We're trying to have discussions with her and stress the importance of the separation, but I'd like to know if there's anything we can do to get her cat to calm down around our cats and be less aggressive if at all possible. I'm hoping we can find some resolution that isn't moving out.
TIA!

I live with suicidal thoughts. I have three beautiful children and a good husband. I'm a SAHM in an apartment I hate. But we are on the poor side so we are stuck. My husband works at Walmart causing us to be on stamp benefits because they don't pay nearly enough. I've been a SAHM for most of my kids lives. Ages 11yrs - 9 months. I suffer from anxiety and depression caused by a mix of trauma and untreated ADHD. My husband has a very similar background and all the uncertainty in his childhood made him very weary of change which is why he has stayed with Walmart for the last ten years. After the birth of our last child a switch flipped and he's trying so much harder now to do better for us all. He's taking courses to get a degree in financial business. I'm so proud of him for this. But we also just passed the ten year mark of being in this apartment. I hate it so much, we live here cause it is low income.. it has mold, plumbing problems, electrical problems etc. We had the typical paint over everything type of slum Lord. So we just deal with it. Not to mention that one of the neighbors is NOT a good neighbor. Their son constantly bullies our sons and they are always screaming at each other like they are on Jerry Springer or something so we mostly stay inside. This isn't helping my depression, I've wanted a house of my own since I was 8, and now I'm 31. Sometimes I think it will never happen and I'll be stuck here another 10 years. I've imagined myself swinging from my neck from the banister or driving my car off a bridge.. thankfully I always come to my senses when I think about how much my family needs me and the consequences of those actions. But deep down part of me always wants to die.. would a house fix all my problems? No, but neither will staying here.. idk what to do.