u/11whatsnewpussycats

Please help; this is driving me bonkers. I have 99/100 mini medals. I have systematically gone through every location, past and present, using the treasure sniff ability. The only treasure I have left is in Aeolus Vale present. When I’m in the overworld, it says there’s one treasure left on the island. But if I go to Aeolus Vale town, the Sanctum of Cirrus, or the Venus Tower individually, entering the locations as I do so, it says there’s no treasure in each location. This leads me to believe the treasure is in the overworld, perhaps in a golden sparkly spot? But I’ve walked the length of the island several times and can’t find anything. I really want the Metal Sword; any help is appreciated!!

I can remember the exact moment it happened. We were engaged but not yet married. My in-laws took us, his siblings, and their partners out for Christmas tree shopping. When we got back to their house, my MIL made her famous hot chocolate for all of us. The exact moment I felt it was when we were all standing around the kitchen island, drinking our hot chocolate and talking. I took a second for myself, and just looked around the table at everyone with their mugs and I remember thinking to myself that that was when I knew I was part of their family. It was a small moment that no one noticed but me, but the sense of belonging was beautiful.

My husband has the kindest, most beautiful heart. I swear, he’s always trying to think of ways to make my life easier, better, or happier. A short sampling of examples:

-I’ve always talked about wanting to go up to the northeast in the fall to see the leaves change. For my 40th birthday, he told me that, in October, we’re going and spending a long weekend in Litchfield, Connecticut. It’s apparently one of the best small towns in the country and will look gorgeous in the leaves. For reference, for you Gilmore Girls fans, the town of Stars Hollow is apparently based on Litchfield.

-We love stand up comedy. Our favorite comedian is Gabriel Iglesias. In fact, liking comedy, and Gabriel specifically, was one of the things we connected over on our first date. I also like Jeff Dunham and have, in the past, expressed wanting to go see him someday. Two days ago, I found out that Gabriel and Jeff are doing a tour together. After telling my husband, he sent me a picture of tickets a half hour later; he had immediately gotten us orchestra seats for a show this summer at a venue about an hour from our house.

-We were both working remotely today. My day was going pretty good until about 3:30, then it got absolutely shot to hell. At some point between hearing me lose my shit in frustration, my husband snuck to our bedroom and made our bed. He knows I love going to sleep in a made bed.

And that’s just a small sampling of examples; I have many more. He’s always thinking of ways to make my life easier, better, or happier. I could never have asked for a more thoughtful, attentive husband. He has the most beautiful, kindest, most selfless soul I have ever known, and I couldn’t be luckier to be his wife. 🥰🥰🥰

My husband has the kindest, most beautiful heart. I swear, he’s always trying to think of ways to make my life easier, better, or happier. A short sampling of examples:

-I’ve always talked about wanting to go up to the northeast in the fall to see the leaves change. For my 40th birthday, he told me that, in October, we’re going and spending a long weekend in Litchfield, Connecticut. It’s apparently one of the best small towns in the country and will look gorgeous in the leaves. For reference, for you Gilmore Girls fans, the town of Stars Hollow is apparently based on Litchfield.

-We love stand up comedy. Our favorite comedian is Gabriel Iglesias. In fact, liking comedy, and Gabriel specifically, was one of the things we connected over on our first date. I also like Jeff Dunham and have, in the past, expressed wanting to go see him someday. Two days ago, I found out that Gabriel and Jeff are doing a tour together. After telling my husband, he sent me a picture of tickets a half hour later; he had immediately gotten us orchestra seats for a show this summer at a venue about an hour from our house.

-We were both working remotely today. My day was going pretty good until about 3:30, then it got absolutely shot to hell. At some point between hearing me lose my shit in frustration, my husband snuck to our bedroom and made our bed. He knows I love going to sleep in a made bed.

And that’s just a small sampling of examples; I have many more. He’s always thinking of ways to make my life easier, better, or happier. I could never have asked for a more thoughtful, attentive husband. He has the most beautiful, kindest, most selfless soul I have ever known, and I couldn’t be luckier to be his wife. 🥰🥰🥰

In undergrad, I was actually really confident about how I looked. I was slim, and my face was thinner. I wore cute outfits or slinky dresses to parties without thinking twice. I’d look in the mirror and genuinely like what I saw.

After graduating, things shifted. I stopped paying attention to or caring what I was eating and ended up gaining close to 60 pounds. I REALLY let myself go, because I had never had to pay attention to what I was eating to stay skinny, so I just didn’t. I would gaze longingly at the cute clothes in my closet that no longer fit me. I dreaded shopping. When shopping I tried to find things that were loose, forgiving, or could hide my belly. I basically lived in leggings, tunics, and flowy dresses. My self esteem tanked. I didn’t feel like myself at all. Looking in the mirror felt off; I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me. I hated that fat, frumpy woman because she wasn’t ME. That was most of my late 20s and all of my 30s.

After having spent a year on Wegovy and losing 55lbs, clothes shopping is a joy again. I’m picking up things I wouldn’t have even considered before because they’re more fitted or a little tighter. I’m wearing the kinds of outfits I used to sadly look at in my closet. Cute tops, slinky dresses. I’m also finding my own style again. I’ve discovered surprisingly that I’m addicted to crop tops.

And it’s so FREEING. I feel like myself again. When I look back at old pictures, it feels like a fever dream. I look at the fat woman in the pictures and I can see how much I was trying to hide, by sucking in my belly, sticking out my neck to hide my double chin, adjusting my body to hide. But I also feel like I’m looking at a stranger in those pictures, because when I was in that body, I didn’t feel like ME.

This medicine has given me the greatest gift: myself and my own body back.

I’m a 29R in Gap jeans. I’m going to the Gap tomorrow to pick up some shorts for an upcoming vacation but don’t know my shorts size. Would it be a 29 as well? Is that where I should start? Any help is appreciated!

Every time I visit my parents (mid to late 70s), my mom talks about things related to their death. She wants me to make a special visit sometime soon so she can show me where all the important documents are. She’s working on cleaning out her house because she knows my husband and I will be the ones that have to do it when they’re gone (my sibling lives out of state and they could and would help, but the majority would definitely fall on me). She talks about how they’re updating their will; she makes suggestions on what my sibling and I should do with the house when we inherit it.

The thing is, my parents are perfectly healthy. While they’re not spring chickens anymore, they are not what I would consider “elderly”. They’re both physically healthy, still have their marbles, and, with the exception of one having diabetes, they do not have chronic illness. My mom is just extremely rational and practical. She wants to make sure that everything is in place so that, when the time comes, I can focus on grieving.

But all these conversations are really messing with my head. Don’t get me wrong—I’m extremely grateful that my mom is trying to prepare so much so that there’s less of a burden during a time I will be grieving. But these conversations are just a reminder that I’ve got 10-15 years left with them at most; 20 if I get extremely lucky. And every time we talk about these things, I’m just reminded of it again and I get extremely fucking sad. Hell, I’m choking back crying right now just typing this post. I know my time left with them is short; it’s hard not to think about and the fact that I just turned 40 is only exacerbating it.

I don’t know why I’m even posting this. I just felt like screaming into the void. My husband just always reassures me that they’re perfectly healthy whenever I bring it up. It’s very sweet that he does that, but I feel like I need more than that; I just needed a place to let it out.

I know Reddit is gonna Reddit, but please be kind. This is an extremely hard topic for me.

EDIT: Thank you everyone who has offered kind words. I had never heard of anticipatory grief before, but I will definitely be looking that up. And thank you to all those calling it a gift; I had never considered it from that perspective before and it’s actually a very comforting notion, so thank you. To those of you who commented about the losses of their own parents, I am terribly sorry for your loss and hope their memories are blessings. And for the person who suggested I ask my parents to write me letters or record videos that I can read and watch after the fact, I would like to extend a special thank you to you. I will DEFINITELY be doing that.

If I file separately but am married and live with my spouse, is my family size considered 1 or 2 when calculating monthly payments in IDR plans? I’m trying to plan for coming out of SAVE in July by calculating by hand myself because the simulators are so inaccurate. Any help is appreciated!

One of my reports is a college student working part time. One day, she came over to my desk to ask a question. I was in the middle of typing an email, so I told her to just wait a second to let me finish my thought. I type quickly (75-80 words a minute on every online typing test I’ve ever taken), so I finished my email and turned to answer her. She was surprised I type so fast and asked me if I ever took typing classes. I said no, but that I had spent my entire adolescence on AIM at least 2 hours every day, so I guess it taught me how to type quickly. I then got the Gen Z Stare that we all know so well, so I had to explain that AIM was a chat platform when I was growing up, and that all teenagers around that time were on AIM all the time. She told me that she can’t type well on a computer, but can really quickly on her iPhone. I thought the difference was interesting because I suck at phone typing. The whole interaction made me feel 👵🏻 but I found the generational difference in skillsets fascinating.

Eat on the good china.

Use the guest towels.

Drink from the fancy crystal.

Being alive is a special enough occasion.