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My husband (26M) and I (23F) currently live in an apartment with our roommate, our 4 year old child, and our two cats. Right now, we’re in the middle of moving my husband’s belongings in, so the apartment has been pretty chaotic there are large storage boxes everywhere, and things have been overwhelming. Earlier this week, my mom (47F) traveled out of town for a convention where she’s speaking. She asked if I could watch her dog a 3 year old pit mix from Thursday through Sunday so her husband (50M) could join her for the weekend. I agreed because I love their dog and was happy to help. Before picking him up, I called both of them to confirm his routine and make sure everything was okay. They both told me he was fine, just to take him out about four times a day. My mom’s husband mentioned that he had been peeing in one spot at home, but they thought it was just because he could smell previous accidents. However, when I picked him up, it was immediately clear something wasn’t right. He had a strong urine smell on him, and before even getting into my car, he urinated multiple times. When we got to my apartment, he continued to urinate frequently, but it wasn’t normal it was more like constant dribbling, and it would take him a long time to finish. Once inside, he kept trying to go to the bathroom throughout the apartment. I called my mom to explain what was happening, but she brushed it off and said he was probably just nervous. After talking with my husband, I called her again and pushed the issue more. That’s when she told me he had a UTI but also admitted he hadn’t actually been taken to the vet yet, even though they had said he was improving. I told her he clearly needs medical attention as soon as possible and offered to take him to the vet if they could set up the appointment. She responded that it would have to wait until next week because they need to prioritize a car payment. Since bringing him home, I’ve had to cover parts of my apartment with blankets and towels to manage the accidents. We’ve been taking him outside every hour, but he’s still urinating inside frequently. I don’t feel comfortable confining him to a small space like the bathroom, but managing this in an already crowded and stressful environment has been extremely difficult. At this point, I feel stuck. I want to help, but I also feel like I wasn’t given the full truth about his condition, and I’m now responsible for a situation that’s beyond what I agreed to handle. I need advice on what to do, if I should call her and say they need to come home early. I’m very lost and overwhelmed. *Edit: I forgot to add I had went to the store and bought him some over the counter medicine and some shampoo and conditioner. I don’t feel right not giving him a bath or medication. The chews that I got have cranberry and are for bladder issues. Update: I’m on my way to the emergency vet. I can’t morally do nothing and I tried calling the and they just argue with me about it and dismiss my feeling completely. Update 2: I’m trying to read as many comments as I can. We are at the animal hospital waiting for him to be seen. I should clear some things up. He is not a violent dog, he has let our child dress him up in tutus and princess crowns. Second I plan on cutting my mother off once they are back home, I’m also not sure the laws on surrendering him. I do not want to be in legal trouble for surrendering an animal that is not mine. I also am not worried about cleaning my house. It’s not his fault he’s peeing everywhere so I don’t mind cleaning up after him. From my phone calls with my mother she thought he had gone to the vet from what her husband said and then found out he did not. (Disclaimer I don’t believe them) I will be taking him home if that’s possible once he is seen and cleared. When I said I was a cat person what I meant is I don’t know much about dogs or what to do or common signs. I didn’t want to overreact, I will keep you all updated and let you know the outcome. Update 3: I’m hoping this will be the final update. We got him checked out and he has kidney stones. They gave us some medicine and also are putting him on a special diet. We are taking him home to keep a close eye on him and so that I can take him out frequently. I don’t want him peeing all over their house and lying in it. (I don’t know when he would be bathed if he did). I also will be keeping him so that I can rub around his lower abdomen to feel if the stones are moving. My mother is staying down there and my step father is coming back up tomorrow. I’m going to have a hard conversation with them and give them an ultimatum for him. I can’t begin to express how hurt I am by their actions and how much disappointment I have. At this point moving forward I am considering going no contact with my mother but I don’t know. If I can I’ll attach a picture of the very brave boy. He’s getting lots of cuddles tonight and my whole half of the bed. Thank you for the advice and I hope you all have a wonderful night. Final update: He’s doing a lot better today after starting his medication and pain medicine. He’s currently taken over the bed which I don’t mind at all. For those concerned about safety, he has been staying in my room with me while the cats have free roam of the apartment. The only time they come near each other is when we take him outside to use the bathroom and honestly, he’s more scared of them than anything. He has never hurt anyone or shown any signs of aggression. He’s a very sweet dog who would let you dress him up without a fuss. I’ve spoken with my mom and stepdad, and we’re discussing the possibility of finding him a new home. I truly wish I could take him in, but I don’t have the space or the financial ability to properly care for another animal, and it wouldn’t be fair to him. My cat is also around 7 years old, and I want her to live out the rest of her life comfortably without the stress of a dog. I’ll be staying in contact with my mom until he’s safely rehomed. After that, I plan to cut contact my relationship with her is complicated and something for another time. And for those saying this isn’t real I genuinely wish it wasn’t. I spent the entire night crying over him and what he’s going through. I was put in a position that was unfair to him and myself. It was cruel and I am more angry now than hurt. I turned to Reddit because I needed advice. Most of my family is no contact with my mom, and it was late, so no one was responding. My sister did answer, but she is also no contact and suggested more vindictive solutions, which isn’t what I want. If I could add a picture of him I would but I’m not tech savvy and honestly learning the ropes of Reddit still. Thank you for the kind messages and responses. submitted by /u/Large-Violinist-8947 to r/Advice [link] [comments]

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I’ve been in this house long enough that I thought I knew every weird corner and quirk it had. The sticking door. The loud vent in the bathroom. The mystery switch that still does nothing. I figured the surprises were over. Apparently not. Yesterday I was cleaning behind the built ins in the living room and found a tiny panel almost flush with the wall. I thought it was just a cheap patch someone painted over. A few hours later, while I was playing on rollingriches, watching a video about hidden storage ideas, it reminded me to pry it open just out of curiosity. Inside was a small, completely unused cubby clean, dry, insulated, and clearly intentional big enough to store tools, emergency supplies, whatever. It even had an oldschool hook mounted inside like someone used it decades ago. I’ve walked past this wall a thousand times and had no idea. Now I’m wondering what else I’ve missed. This house was built in the 60s, so who knows how many odd little features are hiding behind trim or paneling. It makes me want to go full detective mode. Anyone else discover something unusual or unexpectedly useful in their house long after moving in? submitted by /u/CourteousPasta to r/homeowners [link] [comments]

Hey everyone! Still gathering ideas for my renovation, and I’m curious about storage choices. For those who’ve remodeled recently: What’s the best storage decision you made? Anything you regret (like choosing drawers over shelves, or not enough space for towels/toiletries)? Did you focus on hidden storage or open shelving? Thanks! submitted by /u/Complete_Dust5488 to r/BathroomRemodeling [link] [comments]

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/thrownawayashes My [27 F] boyfriend [31 M] for 5 years accidentally threw away my mother's ashes. TRIGGER WARNING: deception, loss of a loved one MOOD SPOILER: depressing and awful Original Post Feb 20, 2018 Copy of the post My mother died just before Christmas. She was hit by a car so obviously it was totally unexpected and we're all still in a daze, at least I am. My father even more so, it's like he shut off when he heard the news and hasn't figured out how to power back up again yet. Shortly after the funeral, my boyfriend offered something amazing. My mother was always a huge fan of the arts, and as my boyfriend is a potter, she's always been incredibly intrigued by his work. He even treated her to a studio session once and she went on about it for weeks. Anyways, his offer was to create an urn for my father, something really striking and original and my mom. I thought it was incredible and when we asked my dad he just burst into tears and started hugging us, he seemed so truly touched, it was an incredibly intense moment for us all. I know that art takes time, but usually, my boyfriend is a very quick worker. We didn't get her ashes back until about 6 weeks ago, and my boyfriend asked if he could hold onto them so he could make the urn the proper size and everything. A few weeks go by and I asked if he had any updates or if I perhaps could see his progress. He got pretty defensive and I dropped the subject. Sometimes he can be testy about his work, so this wasn't really out of the ordinary if that makes sense. Over the following few weeks I'd drop hints here and there and mention it in passing, but he'd always manage to drop the subject and I'd get no new info. Finally, a few days ago, I got pretty serious about it, since my dad had recently asked about it, and demanded to know at least an estimate of when it'd be completed. The look on his face said it all. My heart dropped to my stomach before he even spoke a word. I love my boyfriend but damn is he mindless sometimes. He says he misplaced the ashes but that they had to be somewhere in his studio, so they weren't lost. He was adamant that they were in the studio somewhere, as he's the only one really that goes in and out and he would remember actually taking them out of the studio. For the past 2 days we have torn the room apart. We've completely emptied it and put everything back in, we've emptied boxes, storage containers, wastebins, every-freaking-thing. It's not in there. The ashes were in a pretty inconspicuous brown box, which I believe would have been easy for him to confuse as something else and either take out of the studio at some point or throw away. He still insists that the ashes aren't lost and that they're somewhere in his studio. It's making my head hurt. Like, yesterday morning we had his studio absolutely empty, it's just not in there. I don't know what happened to them, and at this point it doesn't really matter, but I can accept that they're gone. At which point, it's time to tell my father. But my bf refuses, insisting that they are not lost they're just misplaced, and telling him that they're gone for good would be unneccessarily cruel. I kind of agree and here we are. If my dad asks again, I don't think I can lie to him, but what if bf is right? What if I tell him that we lost the only remnants of his wife, only to be wrong? Why should I put him through that if we're not sure? But on the other hand, it's already been longer than I implied it'd be, so he's got to be growing concerned. Would he hate that I lied to him when he eventually does find out? My head is a mess, please help me. What do I do? tl;dr: Boyfriend was going to make an urn for my mother's ashes but misplaced them. What do we do now? RELEVANT COMMENTS Dishy22 I may be a terrible person. I don’t think I’d tell your dad. It’s not going to help him. I’d either tell the white lie that she was incorporated into the slip to make the urn or find some ash elsewhere and put it in a bag and let it be. Again, I may be a terrible person; but, sparing a loved one unnecessary pain would be my intention. Gosh, I’m so sorry. OOP Ok I'm going to sound 12 years old here, but I don't know if I can lie to my dad. Especially about this. We've always been extremely close and we just don't lie to one another. But I think you're right. This is the best option and it's best for him. I think. Drewable To my knowledge, my father and I don't lie to one another either. But if he suddenly lost his life partner? I'd tell him her ashes were in that urn and nothing else. It's not like he'll be looking to use them for anything, but rather wants to know that she's in there, and honestly as long as he thinks she is, then she is. It's your decision, but this is one lie I think I would tell my father. OOP What if that's not true? What if just because he thinks it, her spirit is not in there? What if I've truly lost her? drewable Well, you have lost her in the way of the physical. She's dead. You're grieving and I'm sorry to come off harshly, I just view death very factually. How she lives on now really all depends on you, and your father, and the people who knew her. I choose to remember my grandparents by talking out loud to them sometimes, or taking note of moments when I feel like I can feel their presence. I choose to believe those things and feel certain ways about them. I choose to carry the people I've lost in my own ways, just as you and your father and whoever else loved her are going to have to. Her ashes were just the last physical representation you had of her, I can imagine it's hard to lose them for you but really this all depends on how you view death. Do you believe in souls? Do you think that her soul only exists attached to those ashes? This is all about perspective. Your mother is your mother. Your fathers wife is your fathers wife, that doesn't change because you can't find her ashes. That stays the same because that's how the two of you individually feel about it. I hope this makes some sense, death is such a sensitive topic. Either way I am sorry for your loss. I think no matter what, she lives on in both of you and that's more important than the burned up remains being what's actually in that urn. ~ [deleted] I'm going to be totally honest...if I was him I would have gotten some ash from somewhere else and lied to you and your father. I would have taken the secret to the grave. When told it's a little white lie I feel like white lies are lies about small or insignificant things that have no real impact. This doesn't feel like one of those things. [deleted] There is no impact. She's not gonna come back to life with the real ashes. He's never gonna look at the ashes. How does knowing help? It's just a memorial. But I dont insist on this position - it's very delicate and very personal ~ OOP I'm really struggling with it. I feel like I've lost her all over again, which is silly and stupid but it's the truth. I still feel so numb, I'm sure I'll feel more eventually. kosmickoyote And your father will feel that way too that’s why people are telling you to not tell him. Also, he will never forgive your boyfriend. OOP People are also faulting my boyfriend for hiding it from me...but then suggesting I hide it from my father...how can one of those be wrong and the other be right? euemkai I think the difference between these two lies is that, one was selfish, protecting himself (your SO) and the other is you protecting your dad as to not cause him anymore grief. The fact that your SO hid that he lost the ashes, for weeks, says a lot about him. This is an incredibly hard decision either way, and I'm sorry you're going through this OOP He says he lied to protect me, plenty of people could also say I'm lying to protect myself from the guilt of admitting that I lost her. I guess I just don't see the difference. Does her BF lose a lot of things Yeah, honestly, he's lost his passport, his car keys, his house keys (countless times) the significance of the item doesn't affect his mindlessness. Update Apr 30, 2018 (38 days later) I'm just going to post this here and leave, so apologies if I don't have the strength to answer comments. I'm at a real low right now, please go easy on me guys. I took your advice and then ruined everything. I don't know where to begin except that I've destroyed my father and fucked up absolutely everything. I'm all alone. I waited a few more weeks for her ashes to possibly show up, but they didn't. I finally accepted that my mom was really lost forever. First, I dumped my bf. Once my head cleared I realized that I just couldn't get past this, I felt like he'd betrayed me and betrayed her memory. Then, I took your other advice and lied to my father. It started out okay. I gave him the urn and he was so overcome with happiness, honestly it was the first time he'd truly smiled since her passing. He announced that his wife was home and set the urn as a centerpiece in his main room. I was overwhelmed but ultimately knew I'd done the right thing, if you could have seen him you'd agree. So thank you, Reddit. I take full blame for what happened next. Everything was fine for awhile. I could manage telling the story without breaking down and I held up the lie as best I could. Until last night. My father hosted a large family dinner at his home, both my siblings were there and aunts and cousins and such, about 20 people in total. Before we said grace, my brother stood up. He lifted up this beautifully etched wood placard and explained that he'd had a quote from our mother's favorite book burned or something into the wood. He read it aloud and guys it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't want to say the specific quote or book, but it just hit me in all the wrong places. But I was okay, I held the tears back and kept swallowing the giant ball of sadness that was building up in my stomach, and tried to look unfazed. After he finished, he placed it against the urn and hugged my father, who then turned to me and asked if I would tell everyone one more time the story of the urn. I tried. I tried so fucking hard but nothing would come out. I just sat there with my mouth open and tears streaming down my face and a fucking concrete slab resting in my stomach and froze. Everyone was staring at me and the lie just wouldn't come out. It's like it was stuck in my throat and I started physically shaking and just stood up and went to the bathroom. It was apparently quite the scene. My sister came after me and found me sobbing in the bathroom. She sat down with me and started crying, too, begging me to talk to her, but I was still just frozen. She held my hands and said that we need to lean on one another in times like this, that we have to be able to be honest about how we're feeling. Everything just broke. I fucked up and I told her the truth. As soon as it was out of my mouth she dropped my hands like hot coals. She looked so disgusted with me. She asked what I'd filled the urn with and I told her ashes from my fireplace. I don't know why I said that, it was like every lie just wouldn't make its way out of my mouth and I could only say the truth. I hate myself for that. She stood up to leave and we both realized my father was standing in the doorway. The way he was looking at me I'm sorry I can't finish that sentence, I keep trying to. I'll never get his face out of my head. I betrayed him. I broke his heart. I stood up but again my voice failed me. He looked down and told me I needed to leave. I tried to hug him and my sister tore me away and shouted "Don't you touch him" and my father told me again that he wanted me out of his house. I could barely walk or think but somehow I made it out of the house. On my way out, my father handed me back the urn. I don't remember what he said. I've called and texted him and my sister both since then, apologizing a million times in every way I know how. My father told me I'm as dead to him as my mother. I'm all alone. I don't have my bf. I don't have my family. I don't have my mom. I ruined absolutely everything and don't know where to go from here. I haven't left my bed all day and I feel like I'm mourning my mother x100 all over again. I don't know why I posted this, I just don't have anyone else to turn to. I hate myself and I know that I deserve this, but it doesn't make it any easier. I've failed my mother, I've failed my family. I'm so alone. tldr: I took your advice and it worked perfectly, and then I destroyed absolutely everything. THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]