Started Zwift around a month ago without any prior experience.
Last week I challenged my brother (who is a keen cyclists) to do the quatch quest - tour of watopia route and he called my bluff.
Was the second time up the Epic KOM (previously done the reverse way) and my first time up the ADZ.... I entered some dark places at times but very happy I made it through!!
After a rest on Monday and recovery ride on Tuesday... I have joined the 200 club!!!
Fully addicted to Zwift now and loving it!! Couldn't of fathomed spending 3 hours exercising before this!

Hello,
I hope everyone is doing great on this fine night. I hope this opens some minds on their awakening. I don’t have anyone to share this with, but simply put I have not drank since Sunday and I feel great. I do come from a family of alcoholics in my bloodline.
Drink of choice ~ White Claws
Where do I start, to be completely frank, my story started with weed. I moved back home to my parents home from a big city living with my ex- girlfriend, and got laid off due to Covid mass layoffs. My ex and I who I adored were already very rocky at this point and between Covid and how bad it got in this city, she decided to call it off after 4 years of a serious relationship once we moved back home to our respective parents places.
Fast forward about 2 months, I absolutely was depressed but left it untreated. With that said, I did happen to snag a very high paying job. One weekend, I went out with my brother and some friends and I had a few beers, drank some Red Bull Vodka, Jameson Ginger ale, and got piss drunk. After this I let a few days go by, and was like wow, that felt good, and decided it’d be a good idea to start drinking 2 claws a night. Over the next 6 months I continued with this and so be it, it turned it to 3, 4, 5 , 6. After this the hangovers started to affect me, I’d wake up vomiting and feel like shit. On top of this weed was starting to give me anxiety and I’d balance drinking with weed, weed being the upper and white claws being the downer. I’m a heavy weed smoker.
Fast forward about another 6 months so now we’re at a year of drinking 6 claws a night. Still going to work, but one day I decided because of an awful interaction with a client, it’d be a good idea to get lunch and slam 2 claws with this. Ding ding, did this every lunch break for next 6 months on top of the tall boy for the train home, and the 6 claws.
I felt trapped!!
This continued up until this past Sunday where I had a family member event that meant allot to them. Guess what, I don’t remember any of it, and that scared the crap out of me.
That Monday I woke up and my whole family was home, worked from home that day, but when I woke up and went to the kitchen I threw up my brains right in front of my dad and mom. I never thought they knew anything, but later my dad texted me he’s concerned.
After this, I said enough is enough, and haven’t drank since Sunday night. I still am smoking weed (legally) regularly but the urge to drink really disgusts me and I don’t want it anymore.
Here’s to 4 days for me as of midnight. I hope this opens some eyes that it is possible. I felt trapped as can be, and on Day 3 I can say it gets so much better. Clearer head, better memory, less paranoia, less anxiety, wondering when to drink. Just happy it didn’t get worse and I woke up. Thanks for reading.

Happy Thursday Everyone!
We're almost at the weekend! This is almost here so lets spread a little laughter and cheer. Post your coffee or espresso related memes and/or GIFs here.

I’m crashing from a manic episode where I quit my job, spent every dime I had and completely trashed my room. I have family coming this weekend and have to live with the consequences of what I did when I was like that.
I’ll have to beg my parents for gas money so I can go try to find a new job, at least until I can get myself back on my feet. In the meantime I also have to deal with extensive medical bills and serious SH urges.
I feel horrible for everyone around me. I’ve burdened my poor parents for 19 years and they have to do more every day just to keep me alive. I can’t even do the basics. I don’t remember the last time I showered, or brushed my teeth, or changed out of the same pair of sweatpants and tank top I’ve been wearing for days.
As it is my bottom sheet came off my bed weeks ago. I’m sleeping on a bare mattress with a sleeping bag I’ve unzipped completely as a blanket
And the worst part about mania is it feels like I’m doing better. I felt so happy, I told my therapist that I was doing so well, and she told me it was just mania and I didn’t want to believe her. I didn’t want to believe I’d have to feel like this again.
This is pathetic. So utterly pitiful. I’m just laying here and crying and doing nothing. I have to be looking for jobs, I have to be trying to lose weight, I have to be doing other, better things but I can’t even lift my head up.
I feel so powerless. Like I’m just along for the ride in my own damn life. I can’t control myself, much the less the things I need to get ahold of to get myself back on my feet.
My psychiatrist is booked out for weeks. I have a meeting with my therapist on Monday but I don’t know what id tell her. I’ve been avoiding her since I crashed because I didn’t want to admit she was right.

<Special Friends> is a longstanding, midcore guild looking to recruit new friends to progress with us into Dragonflight. Throughout the guild's history, we've always striven for Ahead of the Curve (AOTC) as a baseline, and have achieved that every tier since Throne of Thunder. Over the last seven years, we've taken down a number of early to mid-level Mythic bosses while still maintaining our "casual", six hours a week raid schedule. Our goal is simply to progress as far as possible within the two raid days we have, and enjoy doing so with our close-knit community. We have a very active M+ community, with the majority of members achieving the +15 seasonal Feat of Strength regularly and pushing up into much higher levels.
Many of our members have been playing since the initial launch of Vanilla WoW and have been in Cutting Edge or hardcore raiding guilds in past expansions. Today, we find ourselves a little older and with a little more life in the way, most of us with careers and families. The majority of our player base are "late 20 to mid 30 somethings" that still want to kill bosses efficiently, but not without also having fun with our friends while doing it. Our policies are pretty relaxed, but when it comes down to raiding, we do take new content and our raid times seriously. We expect our members to be diligent raiders, showing up on time, fully gemmed, enchanted, loaded with consumables, and knowledgeable on fights (note that we will provide as many enchants, gems, and consumables as we can to members who ask prior to raid free of cost - we just ask that you contribute to the guild bank). We understand that real life is more important than a game, and occasional absences will happen. With this in mind, we simply ask that our members keep us informed on Discord in the event they will miss a raid and maintain as close to 100% attendance as possible during progression.
Currently, has a roster size of approximately 25 raiders of varying desires ranging from mythic progression to casual orientation, including a number of new recruits. Nearly all of our players have years of AOTC/mid-mythic or better experience. Roster spots for may classes are currently available, though we are in particular need of an ultra-reliable Mage. We hope to find new friends similar to ourselves, who value raiding and M+ content in a mature gaming community, to enjoy Dragonflight with and progress as far as we can. Our core has been together for many years and values the relationships we've built together as friends over progress in game. We expect everyone to be dedicated to the game and pushing the limit, but do not consider ourselves a Cutting Edge guild at this time. Finally, we expect everyone to act like adults in our guild; take responsibility for errors or mistakes you make, have thick skin and be able to take a joke, and be open to constructive criticism - we're happy to coach, but you've got to put in the effort first and foremost. That said, we're an inclusive guild that is welcoming to all - just understand that raid spots are earned, and you may be asked to sit on progression encounters if a certain composition is needed or depending on the extent of your past raid experience. We operate as a team, not as individuals.
At the moment, we are looking for raiders with at least AOTC (and ideally Mythic) experience for our late Season 1 roster as we get deeper into Mythic prog and start looking towards next season. If you're looking to be a part of a nice community focused on semi-hardcore PvE content, we are happy to chat with newer players as well, so please feel free to reach out.
Be cool. We're all just a bunch of people trying to kill internet dragons together.
You can contact us on BattleNet at:

• Guild Master: Arriv (Arriv#1535)
• Officer: Olvim (Istorvir#1767)
• Officer: Tempusbane (Dreade#1346)
• Recruiter: Ashctually (Bekamercury#1991)

Our raid schedule is as follows:
Mandatory: Tuesday and Wednesday nights 8PM-11PM CST / 9PM-12M EST / 6PM-9PM PST (Server)
Optional: Sunday or Monday raids at the beginning of tier releases, usually for Normal runs. Extra runs whenever we feel like it.
We are currently interested in recruiting:

• Ranged DPS: High need for Mage any spec (mythic experience desired), low need for balance druid
• Melee DPS: Moderate need for rogue, low need for feral druid
• Healer: would consider a resto druid with strong DPS offspec

Our historical raid progress from the last few expansions was as follows:

• [DF] 6/8 Mythic Vault of the Incarnates with AOTC
• [SL] 2/10 Mythic Sepulcher of the First Ones with AOTC
• [SL] 4/10 Mythic Sanctum of Domination with AOTC
• [SL] 6/10 Mythic Castle Nathria with AOTC
• [BFA] 5/12 Mythic Ny’alotha with AOTC (Realm First clear [on Korgath])
• [BFA] 4/8 Mythic Eternal Palace with AOTC
• [BFA] 2/2 Heroic Crucible of Storms with AOTC (Realm Second clear [on Korgath])
• [BFA] 3/9 Mythic Battle of Dazar’Alor with AOTC
• [BFA] 2/8 Mythic Uldir with AOTC
• [Legion] 3/11 Mythic Antorus with AOTC
• [Legion] 9/9 Heroic Tomb of Sargeras with AOTC
• [Legion] 3/10 Mythic Nighthold with AOTC
• [Legion] 2/3 Mythic Trial of Valor with AOTC
• [Legion] 2/7 Mythic Emerald Nightmare with AOTC Nightmare with AOTC

This is a very hard topic opening up to talk about.. Please be kind when you see this post, and before you respond, stop to think how you would feel in my situation… is your comment really helpful or should you keep your opinion to yourself and keep going.
With that being said.. I’ll begin by giving some back story to give you an idea in our lives and 9 year relationship. My boyfriend is my best friend, he’s my person, my human who understands me, and I understand him.. I’m his person, his best friend.. We got together in the beginning of 2014.. I had just gotten out of an incredibly toxic, mentally and physically abusive relationship with my high school boyfriend of 7 years.. (as you can see I’m a relationship girl, I’ve never been single in my adult life.. as I digress) When my current boyfriend and I got together being with him made me feel safe, he made me feel loved, seen, wanted, desired.. I felt the love we all want and need in a partner. In return I provided the stability, love, and safe haven for him. We were on the same frequency level, our energies collided, and it was on. We finished each other’s sentences, we’re always hungry for the same foods.. same sense of humor, the similarities yet differences between us fit..We just clicked together, both finding the missing half we’d been needing.. he’s my twin flame.. and I his twin flame, but in being twin flames the relationship of 9 years has not been easy. There’s been so many lessons, tribulations, heartache and pain that has made me question at times why I’m even still here… He’s had some very hard times in his life before we were together and during, but throughout it all I stood by his side, even when he did not deserve my forgiveness, kindness or trust. No matter what fucked up situation was taking place, we always got through it, together.. us against the world..at the end of the day I love him. It’s hard to see myself being with anyone else.. I only see him. Which is why this current situation is so heartbreaking and difficult. I don’t know what to do anymore.. Before I can even begin to explain the hearing voices situation there’s something else that’s needed to be known. You see now in the past my boyfriend wasn’t always a law abiding citizen, who didn’t keep the best company around.. BUT that all changed and stopped. He changed his life around for the better, and was doing so great! He was starting up a new business, going to school, working full time, just handling life, he was happy.. or so I thought.. In 2021 I started a new job which requires all my time Monday - Friday, up at 4:00am, drive an hour to work, work full 8 hours, drive hour home, doing this while finishing up my degree. I was focusing on myself for the first time in a long time, just as I thought he was focusing on himself so we both could grow and achieve the goals we have.. but then the switch was flipped.. Here we begin the roller coaster I’m currently trying to survive. You see this all started around August 2021.. one of my boyfriends past friends started coming around the house, at first I didn’t mind it because he was a buddy of mine in the past (only through my boyfriend) well this “friend” of his was still a scumbag doing scumbag things. The friend asked to use my boyfriend’s phone and idk what this guy did, but that near moment set us on this path we’re on. It started out by my boyfriend saying he’s being followed everywhere, his phone is hacked and there’s now a federal investigation taking place and he’s being watched by this neighborhood watch program that the fbi has developed… Everyone around us according to my boyfriend is apart of the investigation and their watching us. Nothing I say to him could get him to change him mind… it’s just gotten worse and worse at this point. He comes up with these illogical ideas and he is not able to separate reality from intrusive thoughts. Whenever I would say something he’d tell me I’m wrong and I’m against him… now to bring us to present time… this investigation idea has become so bad he fully believes people have broken into our house and planted nano cameras and microphones to listen and spy on us.. he can hear the people watching us talking through the hidden cameras. He has full blown conversations with no one. I’m freaking out! I too him why can’t I hear them? His response, is the voices don’t want me to hear them. He doesn’t know hes sick, he won’t go see a doctor.. and he gets mad when I tell him I’m worried about his mental health and this behavior is signs of schizophrenia.. He’s boarding up our house, taking down my decorations saying there’s hidden cameras on them through this new nano web technology the government has.. I’m scared for him.. this is so hard to watch him loose himself, his mind and he won’t listen to me. I’m fearful the bounces make him turn on me and hurt me or himself.. When we’re out in public he yells at random strangers saying they are a part of the neighborhood watch whose investigating and following us. These people are so confused when he does this, and it’s just getting worse. At times I see the man who I fell in love with still there, but those times are getting fewer by the day. I’m at a loss and need help. Has anyone ever dealt with something like this with a person you love or even yourself? What did you do to help get your love one on medication or even believe you that the voices are only inside his mind and not real? I’ll take all the advice, hard truths, (I can handle hard truths, just don’t be rude) please send information on how to handle this situation. Personal experiences and tips, medications, therapy, that got you though this and saved your love one from a tragic situation. My boyfriend is suffering and I’m barley hanging on here, I need help to help him.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Sincerely a heartbroken girlfriend

I wrote this after an asthma attack earlier this week, dreading the flare-up that was coming. For the past few years it means weeks of getting back to normal. I'm currently in grad school, and bike mentioned is an ebike, fyi. Always gotta be accessible. It meant a lot to write this, and thought some here would appreciate it too. It's rough, but from the heart.
The parallel world of severe asthma
As my asthma has worsened, I more and more feel like I’m living parallel to the people around me. In Tokyo, with my unusual hours and outsider status as a foreigner, I already felt set apart from society, so the feeling wasn’t so intense. Yes, I might have missed the occasional book club meeting or invitation from a friend, but I didn’t have daily reminders of how my life had to be considered so differently from those surrounding me. Before Tokyo, while asthma was a consideration in my life, it only came up around hikes or when I pulled my inhaler out after running too fast for too long. It set me apart, but only sometimes.
Now, the time I feel most separate is when I open my school email. Today alone I got invitations to:
• The grad student sports day, which I immediately deleted. I haven’t been able to run across the street without thinking for 3 years. There’s no way in hell I could participate.
• A round table with a CEO. I RSVP’d, but with the knowledge that I’ll likely have to email a cancellation to the event coordinator when a flareup extends or starts or I get an asthma attack.
• A Q&A before an event I’m attending. I RSVP’d, but later realized it’s held at a separate venue from the event, about a three-minute walk away. If I’m feeling bad, I won’t be able to go, and if I’m mobile but not great, I’ll have to ride my bike to both locations in order to minimize walking and be able to attend.
• A meeting with a prof today. I had to ask to meet virtually due to an asthma attack around 11am. He said we could reschedule if I wasn’t feeling well, and I had to go into a brief health history so he would know there was a high chance I’d have to cancel a rescheduled appointment as well, so we just went virtual.
• A school event on Saturday where we paint a map of the United States at an elementary school. Yesterday I ran into a classmate promoting it, and had to tell him I can’t RSVP because I have no idea what my health status will be by Saturday, and lo and behold today I had an asthma attack that will likely take a week or more to resolve.
• Employer visits. I haven’t been to one in months because I’ve had to save all my energy for attending classes, or I wouldn’t even be able to do that.
• So many various interesting talks that I don’t even think about attending anymore because I always seem to be sick whenever there’s something I actually want to do.
After my attack, I immediately emailed both the prof I was scheduled to meet and my prof for tomorrow’s class. It’s a public speaking class (I didn’t realize that when I signed up, I thought it was for writing, my effin’ bad), and we’re exchanging speeches with another person before class, so I need to give my prof warning. In addition, the class is held in a building where it takes me three times as long to walk to the class area as anyone else because it’s in the far back. The bathrooms, of course, are by the exit, so I had to hold it for an entire class a couple weeks ago because I wouldn’t be able to make it there, back, present, and still be at all functioning.
I texted some friends about watching a basketball game at a bar on Friday, and then immediately regretted it, realizing that due to the attack today, I’ll probably be housebound until Monday, unless I’m lucky and things improve quickly. Checking the forecast, which is showing turbulent weather, rain, and general changes, there’s probably not a chance in hell. I still haven’t texted them that, actually, I probably can’t do it, because I just don’t want to yet, and it doesn’t matter too much, since we’re already planning on coming to my house to watch a movie anyway, thank God.
I also texted my friend in a student organization to let her know I wasn’t coming to the meeting tonight after all. We’d talked yesterday, with her asking after me, and I told her I’d finally be able to come today after more than a month of absences due to my health. Welp, never mind. I then had to text another friend I’m supposed to meet for dinner tomorrow, and see if she can come to my house for dinner instead. We’re not very close, so it’s a little awkward, but it’d be nice if she’d be down.
Other things I got to experience today:
• Sitting, teeth gritted, fingers dug into my palm for 30 seconds as I got a very painful shot (Tezspire) that will hopefully make this situation a little fucking better. Oh God, I really hope so. I’ll get to keep getting that once a month for who knows how long. (Talking from a week later, it seems like the second dose has made a big difference. My attack recovery took just two days instead of two weeks!)
• Not get napkins at a restaurant because it wasn’t a good idea to add some extra walking as I realized that I really was asthmatic.
• Regret going downstairs to work on homework because going up to the stairs to the bathroom meant that I needed to rest for a good fifteen minutes.
• Struggle through brain fog to be able to do my coursework.
• Feel tight chested just from getting up to pour myself tea.
• Ask my roommate to go pick up a package at the front door because I couldn’t handle it.
I’m sure there’s more I’m just not thinking of. I’ve been trying to be clearer about how severe my illness is. Instead of telling people I have asthma, I’ve been saying “I have severe asthma/I have severe uncontrolled asthma,” and I put some weight on it. It’s been helping. I’ve been extending conversations a little longer when people ask about it. I’m not trying to create pity, but help people understand that it seriously effects my life, and that when I have to be noncommittal, or haven’t been to school, it’s because of a chronic condition that won’t get better quickly.
All of this adds up to feeling like I’m existing parallel to the people around me. They RSVP to events, knowing they’ll attend unless they just don’t want to. They organize sports days without thinking about all the people that don’t have a chance in hell of being able to participate. They don’t think a thing of it when I don’t come to class or am walking slowly in the hall. They feel buoyant to me almost, walking around not thinking if they can make it down the hall without a rest. I understand they have complexities to their lives that I don’t understand, but hearing “feel better” when I know I’m not going to for a week or two, then maybe have a week of feeling ok-ish before another flare-up makes me feel like an alien.
I’ve been able-bodied before. I know how little conception I had of the mental burden disability brings. I know how blithely they take advantage of their bodies. I love my body. It feels like a partner in a war with me, constantly battling against the evils of dust mites and cat hair. We’re united in this journey, but holy fuck are we exhausted. I make it to class, work in hand (or not), and feel so tired knowing I’m going to have to balance caring for myself with my commitments for another week. My conception doesn’t really stretch much further than that, except to hope that in six months, when I’m finally done ramping up with allergy shots, maybe I won’t feel like this. The time between then and now draws out in front of me, joyful and terrifying. Perhaps I’ll start improving? I know I’ll have good times with friends, whether they’re in my house or elsewhere when I’m feeling ok. I know I’ll learn a lot. I also know I’ll face walks up a flight of stairs that will take three minutes. I know that I’ll face classes or meetings or lectures where I have to concentrate to be able to sit up straight, barely able to pay attention while it feels like my scalp is shrinking around my skull and my chest is like a cloud crushed in a vice grip.
That after that class I’ll have to make a thousand little journeys: from seat to door, from door to that tile, to the end of that bench, to that next door, to that little tree, to that fence, to my bike, all with a little rest in between, letting everybody outpace me as they move, unthinking about the miracle of their body’s wellness, forward past me. I’ll probably listen to music –nothing too exciting or my body will try to dance without permission, every extraneous movement a danger beyond the capacity of my lungs – and let myself flow along to the melody in my head, while my feet shuffle ever so slowly along, not lifting them too high so as not to exert any extra energy. Every moment of this is defined by a colossal effort not to panic. My body wants to; IT CAN’T GET AIR! But I have to force my breath to calm, even if it’s shallow, and focus all my concentration on the next small goal. Occasionally, a flash of the daunting journey to bike, to home, to up to my room, and to lying face down in my bed, sparks in my mind, and a strong current of fear and dread runs through me before I tamp it down and keep moving at my snail’s pace, or stand in place, eyes closed, fingers flexing and curling, shoulders tensed, calves tensed, toes curled, as I squeeze the big scary emotions back into a small ball in my core and continue the difficult journey to safety and rest.
Is this a world I knew existed before? No.
Am I happy I know it now? With the tiniest, most empathetic sliver of my heart. This parallel world is mine, and it’s an anguished one. I’ve gotten some good out of it. I’ve gained empathy. I truly understand my own grit and determination and sisu after this. I told my doctor about an asthma attack I remember having in Tokyo: I went too fast up some stairs, took my inhaler and sat, and felt better 30 minutes later. He said, “That must have been scary.” No! I remember that asthma attack so fondly that it has almost a nostalgic golden glow about it. The scary asthma attacks: the panicked gasps while stuck in a door I’m not capable of opening fully, being exhausted in a coffee shop from walking 3 steps to a bathroom, laying back on a hotel bed and my vision blurring to black around the edges, those scare me. Having to walk out of the ER, alone in a foreign country, to flag down a cab, shaky from IV steroids and unsure if I can make the 30 meters, that scares me. Barely being able to walk or talk as soon as the first drop of rain falls, at a zoo, at a temple, teaching class, those times scare me.
Sometimes I realize that the people around me would call an ambulance or have their family rush them to the hospital if they felt the way I do right now. It feels like we’re walking in two worlds. Mine is weighty with the distress I’m currently feeling, or haunted by the specters of disturbing possibilities: a flight of stairs, a sharp hill, a quick run to make the bus, a note held too long in choir, all things that have kept me housebound for days to weeks. Theirs is what I had before: full of joys and worries (just as mine is) but without that constant central dread and weight and worrying and calculation that comes along with my illness. I don’t know whether to envy or hate them.
What I do know is that we exist together and apart. They don’t understand, and I don’t really want them to. They shouldn’t have to. I wouldn’t wish these dark experiences on them, as much as I wish that I didn’t feel so alone in all of it. Perhaps one day I’ll once again be able to blithely join a game of badminton without worrying about whether I have my rescue inhaler in my bag. Maybe I’ll even just be able to RSVP to a lecture without worrying whether I’ll be able to make it there without severe distress. I yearn for that future, which the doctor tells me is possible, but I yearn in tiny, quick jolts. Just an eighth of a second, then back to accepting the reality I’m in at the moment, knowing that it’s too painful to dwell on in case I don’t get better.
In reality, I regretted reading this out loud after writing it because I was worried I’d pushed the limits of what I can handle right now. And cried after getting an email from my prof for tomorrow’s class because she was so kind with her accommodations. This parallel, murky, dark world that makes me so damn appreciate of the people around me, even if they can’t understand.
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I miss you very much and I wish I could sit down and talk to you about things. You died three years ago and a lot has happened since. It feels like I haven’t really talked to you for longer than that. The last few years of your life you weren’t always sure who I was. I remember back when you had “all your faculties” about you as you would say. You always had a very simple and precise view of things. I suppose that was a product of being born in a small town in Kansas in 1930.
Growing up, I always loved you and wanted to spend more time with you. To some extent it breaks my heart that we didn’t have the same connection that you had with some of your grandsons. I would’ve loved to do all those same activities with you and it kind of hurt that I was left out because I was a girl. I wonder if thing would’ve been different if I spoke up.
You were always very kind to me. I remember one of the last times I ever called you. You didn’t really know who I was, but when I said my name you hollered to grandma “It’s our friend ___” and just being called your friend was enough to make me tear up.
Now - your daughter, my mother, is getting older and dealing with some health stuff. My father has cancer and is getting surgery on Monday. More than anything I wish I could sit on the back deck of your house in St. Joseph Missouri right now and just talk about life.
I always remember the story you told me. You and your best friend were going hunting in the early morning and found a truck just barely rolling down the road. The driver seemed to be passed out, and you jumped through the window and got the car stopped. Turns out the man had died. Had a heart attack in his truck during a rural sunrise on the way out to feed his cows. Just about the happiest death a person could have you would say.
I know yours was not as happy. Your last few years were full of confusion and haze. You died just days before the year 2020. I wonder what you would’ve thought of everything that happened after. (Had you had your faculties about you)
Grandma followed you about six months later. She was a fiery, opinionated woman, and you two were so funny to watch bicker! I hope if there’s any kind of afterlife out there that you guys are together and still able to argue over basketball.
I wish I was more open with you both in your last years. You guys were very religious and I was very queer. I thought you wouldn’t be on board. If I could go back I think we could’ve worked it out better. I wonder if you would’ve thought of me more as a grandson in some ways after you got over the initial stage.
You never knew this, but about two years before you died, I almost was engaged to my then girlfriend. I declined, partially out of fear of telling you guys. Ultimately, I think it wasn’t the right choice for me anyway. That being said, I really wish I could’ve introduced you all and been stronger at that time.
It’s a scary thing having you and grandma just pass, and now I’m scared I may lose my dad. I just know you would have good advice and I wish I could call you. I love you.

This is a very hard topic opening up to talk about.. Please be kind when you see this post, and before you respond, stop to think how you would feel in my situation… is your comment really helpful or should you keep your opinion to yourself and keep going.
With that being said.. I’ll begin by giving some back story to give you an idea in our lives and 9 year relationship. My boyfriend is my best friend, he’s my person, my human who understands me, and I understand him.. I’m his person, his best friend.. We got together in the beginning of 2014.. I had just gotten out of an incredibly toxic, mentally and physically abusive relationship with my high school boyfriend of 7 years.. (as you can see I’m a relationship girl, I’ve never been single in my adult life.. as I digress) When my current boyfriend and I got together being with him made me feel safe, he made me feel loved, seen, wanted, desired.. I felt the love we all want and need in a partner. In return I provided the stability, love, and safe haven for him. We were on the same frequency level, our energies collided, and it was on. We finished each other’s sentences, we’re always hungry for the same foods.. same sense of humor, the similarities yet differences between us fit..We just clicked together, both finding the missing half we’d been needing.. he’s my twin flame.. and I his twin flame, but in being twin flames the relationship of 9 years has not been easy. There’s been so many lessons, tribulations, heartache and pain that has made me question at times why I’m even still here… He’s had some very hard times in his life before we were together and during, but throughout it all I stood by his side, even when he did not deserve my forgiveness, kindness or trust. No matter what fucked up situation was taking place, we always got through it, together.. us against the world..at the end of the day I love him. It’s hard to see myself being with anyone else.. I only see him. Which is why this current situation is so heartbreaking and difficult. I don’t know what to do anymore.. Before I can even begin to explain the hearing voices situation there’s something else that’s needed to be known. You see now in the past my boyfriend wasn’t always a law abiding citizen, who didn’t keep the best company around.. BUT that all changed and stopped. He changed his life around for the better, and was doing so great! He was starting up a new business, going to school, working full time, just handling life, he was happy.. or so I thought.. In 2021 I started a new job which requires all my time Monday - Friday, up at 4:00am, drive an hour to work, work full 8 hours, drive hour home, doing this while finishing up my degree. I was focusing on myself for the first time in a long time, just as I thought he was focusing on himself so we both could grow and achieve the goals we have.. but then the switch was flipped.. Here we begin the roller coaster I’m currently trying to survive. You see this all started around August 2021.. one of my boyfriends past friends started coming around the house, at first I didn’t mind it because he was a buddy of mine in the past (only through my boyfriend) well this “friend” of his was still a scumbag doing scumbag things. The friend asked to use my boyfriend’s phone and idk what this guy did, but that near moment set us on this path we’re on. It started out by my boyfriend saying he’s being followed everywhere, his phone is hacked and there’s now a federal investigation taking place and he’s being watched by this neighborhood watch program that the fbi has developed… Everyone around us according to my boyfriend is apart of the investigation and their watching us. Nothing I say to him could get him to change him mind… it’s just gotten worse and worse at this point. He comes up with these illogical ideas and he is not able to separate reality from intrusive thoughts. Whenever I would say something he’d tell me I’m wrong and I’m against him… now to bring us to present time… this investigation idea has become so bad he fully believes people have broken into our house and planted nano cameras and microphones to listen and spy on us.. he can hear the people watching us talking through the hidden cameras. He has full blown conversations with no one. I’m freaking out! I too him why can’t I hear them? His response, is the voices don’t want me to hear them. He doesn’t know hes sick, he won’t go see a doctor.. and he gets mad when I tell him I’m worried about his mental health and this behavior is signs of schizophrenia.. He’s boarding up our house, taking down my decorations saying there’s hidden cameras on them through this new nano web technology the government has.. I’m scared for him.. this is so hard to watch him loose himself, his mind and he won’t listen to me. I’m fearful the bounces make him turn on me and hurt me or himself.. When we’re out in public he yells at random strangers saying they are a part of the neighborhood watch whose investigating and following us. These people are so confused when he does this, and it’s just getting worse. At times I see the man who I fell in love with still there, but those times are getting fewer by the day. I’m at a loss and need help. Has anyone ever dealt with something like this with a person you love or even yourself? What did you do to help get your love one on medication or even believe you that the voices are only inside his mind and not real? I’ll take all the advice, hard truths, (I can handle hard truths, just don’t be rude) please send information on how to handle this situation. Personal experiences and tips, medications, therapy, that got you though this and saved your love one from a tragic situation. My boyfriend is suffering and I’m barley hanging on here, I need help to help him.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Sincerely a heartbroken girlfriend.

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I wanted to post an update yesterday but some more stuff happened as I was writing so I decided to wait. I will also give them names for the sake of being concise. My fiance Kai, and my sister Jen. Here is the original post. Thank you everyone for your input on that!
I spoke to Kai and he showed me his call history and the messages between him and Jen. The last time they had a call was on my birthday last year. Their texts are few and far apart. The most recent ones were them talking about The Last Of Us. After we saw that she had lied to me, we called my parents and his. Both families expressed that they were a little disappointed that there wouldn’t be a wedding but were happy that we were going to be able to celebrate alongside us, they also hadn’t spoken to Jen about this.
I tried to contact her that same night but she wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. On Monday, she called me back and asked if we could talk. So we did and I asked what some of the comments on my original post asked, if the issue was that she had feelings for Kai.
She told me that they had dated in the past but she had no feelings left for him. She showed me pictures of them at a few concerts and football games from the university they went to. All of them had the two in frame together but never close. Kai was either leaning into frame or next to his best friend.
Kai came home as she was showing me pictures and asked if we were able to talk it out. I mentioned what Jen said and my fiance looked about as confused as I was. Kai denied it and said that he did have a few girlfriends during college but none of them were Jen. I believe Kai, especially because I remember seeing one of his girlfriends through my window before we had ever met (I usually stayed in my room when there was company).
Jen said that she had put up with his cheating because she loved him but now that it involved me he had gone too far. She asked me to go with her but I refused. So, she left but not before calling Kai a pathological liar and me an idiot for believing him.
Last night as I was writing that little update, she came knocking on our door very wasted. She started crying and telling me what a horrible sister I was for stealing her man. Then, she berated Kai, asking how he could choose me over her.
Kai sat her down and apologized if he ever led her on by being around so much. He told her that the only reason he came to our house so often was to get closer to me after we first met (even I didn’t know that part). She slept on the couch but was gone when I woke up. I’ve reached out but she hasn’t answered me.
We’re getting married next week and I honestly don’t even know if I want my sister at our reception. I’m scared she might make a scene. That is, of course, assuming she even comes at all. I’m disappointed. I had always thought my sister would be there for all of the big moments in my life. I’m thinking I’ll still ask her to be there and whatever happens happens.

So I matched with this guy on Saturday night and we chatted the morning of Sunday.. by noon, he asked to meet sometime this week and I agreed. we confirmed the day, time and location and at the end he said: I’ll see you then! I am used to keeping the conversation going until the date, asking questions or at least asking about how the day is going.. something.. well I didn’t hear from him Sunday afternoon, nothing on Monday.. not even good morning or goodnight.
Tuesday morning he said: hey happy Tuesday just wanted to say hello.. so I responded and said hello and happy Tuesday as well.. he said: looking forward to Thursday, take care! No texts on Wednesday and now I’m feeling this minimal communication is pushing me to lose interest, to the point I’m thinking I should just cancel Thursday’s date or ghost. He hasn’t texted to confirm the date, and honestly I don’t want to get all readied up Thursday morning for this kind of minimum effort and minimum communication. I know some will say: well why don’t you text him first? Well, I feel that’s going to make me look desperate and I’m not. I never chase a man or ask for attention or communication. I let him show me how he behaves without my input. Should I just cancel the date?

Tl;dr - want to clear in 2 weeks ideally, 4 weeks max, can play whatever role!
Hey there! I'm looking for a group to do the next raid tier with when it drops. Currently, I am progging TOP with another group, progging the start of P5, and we aim to clear before the new patch comes out. Previously, I played through Asphodelos pretty casually with friends as a PLD (cleared around when 6.15 dropped), then did Abyssos a little more seriously with a midcore group primarily as a caster (cleared after 3 months), and I cleared UWU as a WHM after about 2 weeks of prog after finishing the Abyssos.
After clearing the various fights, I would go back and try them all on different jobs for fun, and as a result, I'm pretty comfortable on any role! I most prefer tanking, but I'm perfectly happy to play whatever if it means I get to do the content. You can find my logs here ( https://www.fflogs.com/characteid/15870613 ) and here for my alt, which I played almost entirely in PF as a tank ( https://www.fflogs.com/characteid/18013496 ).
During Abyssos, I realized I wanted to take things much faster than my group at the time was comfortable and able to, so for this tier, my ultimate goal is to clear in 2 weeks, with a hard deadline of clearing within a month. My schedule is very flexible if I have notice ahead of time, with the exception of Monday nights, which are pretty much permanently occupied for a work commitment (will likely be able to get out if it for week 1, but not any more beyond that). If the vibes are good and the group is interested, I'd be down to stick around and do the other Ultimates I haven't had time to do as well!
Perfectly comfortable being on stream, love doing prep work between raid times, willing to help on shot-calling if needed!
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Posted this in the other Firefox Android thread but figured gifs might show what I mean better. Just one of my pet peeves. I'm otherwise mostly happy with the browser.
To close your private windows and go back the regular tab you were viewing, it takes 4-5 taps. In chromium based browsers, it takes one swipe and one tap.
Why in the world does Firefox take you to a blank private window tab when you close your private tabs?
Firefox
https://imgur.com/a/90pXxSz
Chrome
https://imgur.com/a/tpLDXjl

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10 u/Useless_Archives 48050 20 u/Hangzhounike 26045 30 u/BaldTuesdays 16407 40 u/CodyGriffin 11394 50 u/multipurposeflame 8304

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1 	u/Gasenos	64447	11	u/Large-Wheel-4181	10796	21	u/Useless_Archives	5709	31	u/rosesan	4473	41	u/superstonks	3513
2	u/rad302	25634	12	u/Doses_of_Happiness	10636	22	u/Sonorational	5502	32	u/KushPatil	4284	42	u/c0mp0op3r	3495
3	u/Short_Shots	23187	13	u/Mugiwara_AF	9464	23	u/Umber0010	5498	33	u/blaZikeN_257	4252	43	u/KaleBennett	3402
4	u/chaosgiantmemes	21487	14	u/Allonsy_11	9141	24	u/Zombiepixlz-gamr	5425	34	u/matuhx	4170	44	u/Thecloud420	3353
5	u/sponge_hitler	17674	15	u/Ralle1998	8085	25	u/Hangzhounike	5211	35	u/_Open_Your_Mind_	4148	45	u/PosterQ	3328
6	u/pineapple_overlord	17501	16	u/Mr60Gold	7761	26	u/acidcomplex_	4752	36	u/CaesarWalinguini	3968	46	u/CyberDalek6401	3314
7	u/Good_Apartment_9992	16614	17	u/BlitzTaco	7525	27	u/JetZflare25	4713	37	u/MyNameSpaghette	3863	47	u/BaldTuesdays	3285
8	u/iamscythed	14686	18	u/MemeCalendar	7448	28	u/GinjaNinjaYT	4706	38	u/JD_Justice	3857	48	u/KlerWatchCo	3249
9	u/3D_Guernsey	11334	19	u/TheMamoru	6351	29	u/CritzD	4700	39	u/NovaAge	3852	49	u/dhtikna	3002
10	u/m_preddy	11009	20	u/mistermuesli	5901	30	u/FoxTrotPlays	4619	40	u/Hammerman305	3548	50	u/666thSuprisedPikachu	2828

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1 	u/Gasenos	162486	11	u/Doses_of_Happiness	35972	21	u/Mr60Gold	19888	31	u/matuhx	11244	41	u/CodyGriffin	9097
2	u/sponge_hitler	136080	12	u/mistermuesli	32763	22	u/CritzD	18728	32	u/ncroney12	10918	42	u/Plastic_Pinocchio	8777
3	u/Short_Shots	90399	13	u/Ralle1998	32124	23	u/Umber0010	17651	33	u/KushPatil	10880	43	u/2D_DoS	8172
4	u/Good_Apartment_9992	69340	14	u/razhagever	30124	24	u/SubsubatomicGuy	16407	34	u/Large-Wheel-4181	10593	44	u/GnelforGnoblin	7325
5	u/chaosgiantmemes	64412	15	u/BlitzTaco	29854	25	u/rosesan	14592	35	u/occultmoon	10440	45	u/multipurposeflame	6698
6	u/rad302	61330	16	u/Mugiwara_AF	28673	26	u/PosterQ	13271	36	u/Olipop999	10430	46	u/aemanthefox	6396
7	u/iamscythed	49322	17	u/pineapple_overlord	24345	27	u/NovaAge	13248	37	u/Kermit_Ur_Life	9578	47	u/NervigerWutbuerger	6370
8	u/m_preddy	43491	18	u/TheMamoru	22585	28	u/BaldTuesdays	13122	38	u/Regis_Casillas	9430	48	u/CyberDalek6401	5897
9	u/Useless_Archives	42341	19	u/Hangzhounike	20834	29	u/blaZikeN_257	12932	39	u/976chip	9382	49	u/myownwildthoughts	5846
10	u/3D_Guernsey	40527	20	u/MyNameSpaghette	20802	30	u/dhtikna	11945	40	u/acidcomplex_	9250	50	u/Zombiepixlz-gamr	5417

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Yesterday
1: [No Data](No Data)	1: I made this meme template out of Call Me By Your Name movie. I think it belongs in here
Author: u/No Data	Author: u/fueddusauro
Score: 0	Score: 23
2: [No Data](No Data)	2: [No Data](No Data)
Author: u/No Data	Author: u/No Data
Score: 0	Score: 0
3: [No Data](No Data)	3: [No Data](No Data)
Author: u/No Data	Author: u/No Data
Score: 0	Score: 0
This week
1: Guy stands up to someone only for it be a slasher villain	1: Sorry I just get carried sometimes
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 75	Score: 439
2: When someone says they’re the most trust institution but you have doubts	2: KilleSurvivor Negotiations
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 73	Score: 306
3: Professor Moriarty making a threat	3: Pointless attempt to be a hero
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 59	Score: 202
This month
1: Cursed tape is playing with only one not being too worried when the others are	1: Imagine if they simplified her just being a serial killing elitist
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 84	Score: 811
2: Reinfield asks his master if he’s ok	2: Copium.
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/_The_Entire_Circus_
Score: 81	Score: 463
3: Himeno passed out after drinking too much while Makima continues on	3: Just be nice to those who get her
Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 80	Score: 450
This Year
1: Johnny Depp walking out with his lawyers	1: Honestly, these jokes are starting to get annoying
Author: u/chaosgiantmemes	Author: u/redditboy123451
Score: 239	Score: 2874
2: Frankenstein template	2: She's never going to let you down... or let you go....
Author: u/amirlopez	Author: u/_The_Entire_Circus_
Score: 233	Score: 1856
3: "Pretty Flowers" template	3: Facepalm or genius?
Author: u/amirlopez	Author: u/Large-Wheel-4181
Score: 210	Score: 1474
All Time
1: New Sonic movie template	1: Heavily inspired by Hannah Hillam
Author: u/Spudtastic-Spastic	Author: u/Short_Shots
Score: 1616	Score: 112930
2: Credit to u/mallow_dip	2: The gif that started it all
Author: u/Yemris	Author: u/Whymanwhy12
Score: 1614	Score: 99404
3: An Upgrade	3: I once called Hulk Shrek.
Author: u/0Markus0	Author: u/Shiteingann
Score: 1533	Score: 97200

Context, I live in an cooler climate and in January I traveled for a month to a warmer climate to be with family. Long story short I got sick two times, 1nd time: passing out, shaking to the point that doctors thought I had epilepsy and high fever. 2nd time: vomited everything I ate, vomited bile, knocked out for several hours multiple times. Went to the doctor both times but no results.
The story, I’ve had a past with poor health like asthma, bad conditioning, hyper mobile joints/ joint pain and getting sick fairly often. My friends all know this and it’s a joke that I get sick so often, well after my travels I got sick much more often. To the point that I have missed 50% of school, it’s not like anything I’ve experienced before, my head hurts but it’s like my heads being pressed with one of them pressing machines on TikTok. I’ll get stomach pain and overall body pain, in PE I have to rest after any exercise or I’ll faint (has happened),I lose my vision when standing up or lose all strength in my legs that I can’t stand without support. I don’t get all this symptoms at the same time but get them in waves over a week, I’ve told my friends but they have recently been responding differently.
Before they would be worried and tell me to go home and get rest, now they tell me I’m dramatic and that I “just should’ve stayed home” I perceive it av passive aggressive but can be wrong. It’s gotten worse lately, I’m in my last year, I have to get accepted to schools with high standards, I will be attending collage this fall where attendance is very important. (students get money by my country until they have more than 10% missed school time where they’ll start reducing the amount) all this have caused anxiety.
I went home Monday cuz I felt sick and on Wednesday (today) I had an exam that I really didn’t want to miss. It’s common to go to these exams even when your sick and did that today. The first thing my friends said when they saw me was “get away, you said you sick right?” They weren’t happy to see me and said it like I was lying about being sick. I let it go but they both kept commenting about my presence and asking if I really was sick. I’m an energetic person and I can understand that I may not look sick, thou I think they should believe me if I’m saying I’m sick, I have a runny nose, a cough, headache and had to take medicine.
So this is the part I may be an Asshole, I was goofing around a bit with my friends and one of them said “you’re acting like that but you say that your sick?” I snapped back that they don’t know how I feel physically and that they can’t decide if I’m sick or not, that it’s only me that can decide that. The other piped up that I didn’t change and that I behave normally, I responded that my personality doesn’t change and that I still felt sick and wasn’t lying. They changed subject, and have not talked to me since, was I mean without realizing it? Am I the asshole?

Theres no way to make this short but to summarize most of the first half, my dad left before i was born. When i was five my mom introduced me to him and my entire life was turned around. Ive never felt like i've truly loved him and certainly have never been comfortable around him. I was my happiest before meeting him, i was forced into having to go to his house without my mother while he was a completely stranger to me. He is your average extreme conservative, masculine burly man. Which as a girl is intimidating in itself being his temper is out of control and he tends to get physical when angry. 10 years in between then and now i've tried my best to form a relationship with him but those ten years were hell. The only reason i was able to power through it was simply by convincing myself i was happy and could last until i am 18 to break contact. Within one post i cannot convey just how fear-instilling and suffocating he is. Fast forward to about a month ago now. I recently got my drivers permit one week before this day, in my state i can't drive alone until i have my license. Ive only ever driven 2 times prior to this. Essentially what he wanted me to do was drive his truck to his friends house while he would drive his jeep in front of me. The jeep was not road legal and neither was I. This combined with a fear of being on the highway with no experience terrified me. I was taking a while to make the first turn off of our street and he pulled over into the grass so i pulled right behind him. He gets out of the jeep and started screaming at me asking what my problem was and started making fun of me when i told him i was too scared to drive. After a long screaming fit we turned around and i went in the jeep with him. This is not the first and not even the worst he's been and usually when he is like this i just shut down and try not to listen to him. Im not sure what possessed me but i decided to give communication a shot. (i have in the past but not in a while since it never ends good) I expressed to him that i felt hurt over him yelling at me for not wanting to do something that was already illegal. He went on a rant saying that im too emotional and started blaming puberty and doing everything including saying i have "womanly emotions" to disregard everything i was saying and make me feel like i was crazy for not wanting to be cursed and yelled at. I told him he was blaming everyone but himself and to stop yelling, to which he replied by stoping the vehicle that was still in motion and turning around getting close enough to our nose to touch and he started yelling as loud as he could and said "STOP TELLING ME IM YELLING DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME EFFING YELL." Admittedly i am sensitive but i managed to not cry through this. On monday (the day i get to go back to my moms) he was dropping me off at school and i wasnt ignoring him but i wasnt speaking unless he directly spoke to me and when i did speak i was short with my answers. This was met with yet another outburst calling me disrespectful and saying theres something seriously wrong with me. Due to all of the above events i feel like i had finally had my mental break. I wasnt able to go back to convincing myself everything was fine. I became extremely depressed the entire week basically crying through every period at school. My teacher took notice and though im used to not telling adults anything because of past experiences with dcf being called and making things worse i broke down and explained in detail everything. I made him promise to not tell anyone but my worst fear came true and dcf (basically child protective services) opened up a case. This infuriated my father and he even came to my mothers house to yell at me. To cut it short dcf did nothing and claimed my wish to escape him was too sudden. So nothing happened like always and ended in me being in more trouble and more afraid. He turned off my phone service aswell so that i cant talk to anyone. He claims i broke his "golden rule" which is that i am not allowed to speak to anyone about him or things that happen at his house. Now things havent been great at my dads. this week is his again and tensions have been high. For context i recently began going to the gym with my friend, which he also had a problem with for some reason. I mentioned before he turned my service off meaning after school or after the gym me and him have no way of communicating which is a problem when hes picking me up. Youd think this would make him turn my phone back on but no. My gym is about a 30 minute walk from my school. He told me i need to start walking back to school by 4pm. This has been doable, though frustrating him because itd be much quicker for him to pick me up being he has a vehicle but oh well. This has decreased my gym time tremendously and shows his total disregard for my time. Today however was leg day, due to ky legs feeling weak after an hour kong leg workout i was a bit slower than usual. When i got into the car my dad told me in a stern voice that im not allowed to go to the gym anymore and that i have no respect for his time. According to my sister they had only been waiting for 5 minutes. He told me he thought i was being slow on purpose to spite him and went on a 30 minute rant about me calling dcf and other random things. Im overwhelmingly sad when im at his house and stressed when at my moms because i know ill have to go back soon. Im unhappy and am realizing i have been for so long and i feel trapped. I feel like theres nothing i can do and i don't know if i can make it another 3years of his mental abuse. This is a cry for help , i want to know my options and how i can leave and live with my mom. Im desperate.

Hey hey, ya'll were hugely helpful earlier in the week with my really vague request for help with what to do with my 18YO son, headed to LoyNo for a college visit.
Now I've had a few days to marinate and I have this sketchy plan, which still needs some help.
THURSDAY NIGHT: We land at 7; staying at hotel on St. Charles uptown. Walk to Delachaise or Columns for food. Early night
FRIDAY: 7:30 am start: Nearest coffee is Orleans Coffee & Espresso Bar. Fill up, streetcar to LoyNo for most of the day.
Late afternoon: head to Freret area so the Boy can soak up college vibes. Eat at High Hat Cafe but up for playing by ear.
Uber to Tipitina's by 8
SATURDAY
French Quarter day, Jackson Square, cathedral, obligatory visit to Bourbon Street, Voodoo Museum on Dumaine, Congo Square, French Market, shops, dinner, then stroll Crescent Park on the river, then wander Frenchman Street to hear the music (knowing we can't go in). Streetcar or Uber back to hotel
Questions for this day: breakfast, lunch, dinner best bets? Central Grocery for lunch?(I know it's closed but serving from next door?) .. I'd love to show him a classic New Orleans courtyard dining experience, but don't know where to begin on this one, especially so late. That could also be lunch - doesn't have to be dinner. Might be easier that way, especially as we're in the most touristy place on likely the busiest day of the week.
SUNDAY
Garden District meander & brunch reservation at Atchafalaya.
Would love to fit in La Petite Grocery that night. Not sure we'll have stomach room, as brunch reservation is 2:15.
We leave at dawn Monday.
I've deliberately not loaded this up with my typical must-see-everything schedule. There's too much anyway, and I'd rather, for my kid's first time in the city, offer a gentle easing into the gorgeous sensory overload that is New Orleans. I'm happy to let him lead on what he would like to see more of.
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thanks again, this is a very helpful sub.