u/Yourgothgrandpa

18 days ago I sold an authentic Coach bag that I myself had purchased from the coach store. I had all pictures of hardware, tags, stitching, including sending the buyer tons of additional photos. I did not have the original receipt (who does really), and the buyer was aware and okay with this. Today, she made a claim that she took it to the Coach Store and they told her it was a fake and wants a refund. Well apparently, Coach stores don’t even offer requests to authenticate, so that is a lie. She provided no proof of this apparent visit as well. I replied to the dispute with all of the original photos and conversation between the buyer and I, including the Coach policy on them not authenticating. What should I do? I bought 2 bags during that visit and sold the other to another buyer, who confirmed it was perfect and authentic. So I straight up know she is lying. She is trying to use my lack of receipt to prove counterfeit. I am so pissed. And what has she sold on her Depop? Coach bags.

(F28) I don’t want to spend a bunch of time telling my long story, so I will try to keep it as brief as I can.

In 2022, I was in a good spot in my life. Things were going really well. I was doing physical fitness and cared about my physical health for the first time. I looked and felt great. I had started up a relationship with a man who is now my husband, everything felt perfect. One day, I woke up in the middle of the night to this sensation that is hard to describe, but I will do my best. TMI warning. ⚠️
I have had the sensation before, every blue moon since I was around 12, and it almost feels like a blockage in my clitoris. Like everything is heavy, and blocked off, like it is suffocating and cannot breathe.
I didn’t think too much of it as it has happened in the past, and an orgasm usually relieved it, but it did not this time. If anything, it felt much much worse. I assumed that it would go away on its own, as it usually did, but it never did.
I lived in absolute hell and agony for months. I went to the ER four times, I was looking for any sort of explanation or relief, and it never came. I eventually found out I was pregnant, and things seemed to get a little bit better from there. The sensation wasn’t nearly as bad, but it was still there.
It feels like my clitoris is constantly pulsating. Like that feeling you have after an orgasm, but it is constantly all day every single day for the last four years. If I don’t have the pulsating sensation, and it feels blocked off, I start to panic. I have on again and off again flares of it being really bad, otherwise it is always there but much less prevalent to my day-to-day life. I have been in another four month flair of it being pretty persistent and annoying, constantly having to pay attention to it, and I am just desperate to figure out how to get this to stop, or at least give me some real relief. I do not know what is causing this, I don’t know what started it, but I will do absolutely anything to try to relieve it.

3 days ago, my mother and I both adopted a freshly 3 month old kitten from an adoption event at the humane society. Both sisters from the same litter. They both had all routine vaccinations and they finished their round of dewormer the day after we adopted them. I took mine home and she took hers. My kitten adjusted very quickly - eating, playing, snuggling etc. my mother’s kitten however, wouldn’t stop crying and didn’t want to eat. My mom tried every food you could think of, and started trying to give her kitten milk, which she drank a bit of, but not much. She stole a few pieces of deli turkey and that was pretty much the only time we saw her eat. Yesterday, we had the idea to bring her kitten to my house and see if maybe she missed her sister. Her kitten stopped crying and seemed much more comfortable being with her sister, so the kitten is staying with me. This morning I tried to feed her, but nothing. Tried dry food, wet food, some tuna, kitten milk, nothing. I gave her a little glob of nutragel which she ate quickly, but still avoided all food. I mixed some kitten milk and a tikki thrive packet and gave her about 30ml in a syringe until she got irritated. She drank a little water after that, but just went back to laying in bed. I took her to the vet yesterday and they did a full check up and said she looked healthy, but malnurished and underweight (she weighed in at 1lb 12oz which is extremely small). I can feel all of her bones and I’m horrified for this kitten. I don’t know what else to do

I will try to keep this as brief as possible as to not make this post extremely long.
Around December, I noticed my sweet boy Baby Cat vomitting frequently. I assumed it was maybe a stomach bug, something easily treated. Took him to the vet, got meds, and he was doing well for a bit. After a few weeks, the vomitting continued and his weight was rapidly dropping. This lead to many more vet visits, tests, medication…the doctors weren’t able to find the exact source of what was causing his illness, but his blood cell count was extremely low - severe life threatening anemia. He was tested for leukemia amongst other diseases and still, no luck. I kept Baby on a round of steroids to try and get his weight up, which worked for a little, but once again, he quickly declined. I don’t think my baby weighed more than 5 pounds at the end. He almost stopped eating and drinking completely, slept all day, and began falling down. Today, I made the extremely difficult decision to euthanize. I am currently so riddled with guilt and regret. I was a coward and didn’t look him in the eyes when they did it, and I had him on the table instead of in my arms. I thought I was sparing myself, but I regret that the most. I feel like I should have kept pushing to find out his prognosis. What if he was treatable and I just signed away his life? That cat was the absolute best friend I could have ever had. He was so special, and I just let him die. I am disgusted with myself and have so much hate. My baby is gone and it’s all my fault. The doctor told me I was doing the right thing, that he likely had cancer, but even still, I just feel like I didn’t do him justice. He was a sweet innocent baby, and I let him go. I am so grief stricken that I don’t even know what to do with myself.
Baby Cat, I am so beyond sorry.