Yet again, a month has gone by with very few posts and very few pictures taken. I intend to get back to a more normal posting schedule soon, but I've been intending to do so for months now! In any case, please do not take my silence for despair or sadness; on the contrary, things are great!
I think part of me didn't want to post because Thomas knows about the blog and I didn't want him knowing what's going on with my life. But then I realized that he just doesn't care. It kind of boggles my mind, but it's true. He is never going to check the blog, because we are all dead to him. So I can write whatever I want!
During one of the last times I had to speak with him, about selling the house (It's final and sold!) I mentioned that Rocky had been adopted and asked if he wanted to know about his new family, and he flat out said no, that he didn't care.
I'm not sure if this is false bravado after realizing that he's lost the only beings who ever loved him (me, my family, and the parrots) or if he really doesn't care, but I'm leaning toward the latter. I've done a ton of reading on people with personality disorders, so I can understand, on an intellectual level, what is going on with him, but it's still hard for me to really understand what it's like to live that way.
In any case, after making that realization, I now feel safe to post.
The parrots are all doing extremely well. My job is more demanding of my time, so I don't have as much time to spend with them as I'd like, but they are adjusting.
Here's a picture of Calypso, when he went from his stand to the plant that was next to his stand. Luckily for him, it is perch-like as I did a bad job of rotating it so it didn't grow evenly!
Max is as sweet as ever. She loves wandering around the house, looking for me. She's kind of like a dog that way. I figure it's good exercise for her, and since it's just me in the house, I don't have to worry about her getting stepped on. Usually she flies, so she can land on my arm, but sometimes she walks.
I love our new neighborhood! I can go weeks without using my car, as I usually walk or take the bus to work, and grocery shopping, many of my friends, and tons of things to do are within a half mile of my apartment. My bike is currently being fixed up, and then I will become a bicycle commuter. I can't wait!
I have been dating a bit -- a lot of bad first dates -- I will have to relay some of the stories here in the future. But I've recently met someone who is a bit promising. It's still really early on, but we laugh for hours, have tons in common, and he is super good-looking! And he lives less than a mile from me!
The last 7 or so years of my marriage, I can't remember Thomas complimenting me. Medical school, residency, and fellowship changed him. He'd tell me I was fat (I'm a size 4), or that I was ugly and looked like a man (not true) -- which I laughed off as I thought he was joking. But now I think that he was serious and trying to make me unhappy because he is a fundamentally unhappy person and misery loves company. It's so great to be around friends and family that are so nice to me! I was trying to think of the last time someone was mean to me, and I couldn't remember. It had to have been Thomas, but it's so insignificant now that I can't even remember the specific incident.
Sometimes I get angry at myself for staying in a bad marriage for so long. I thought I was happy, and I didn't recognize it as a bad marriage. Why did I not realize when I was being verbally and emotionally abused? My therapist told me it was like I was in a one-man cult, and I'm such a happy, positive person that I didn't let it get me down. But that I have to be very careful in recognizing red flags and acting on them so that I don't waste more years in another terrible relationship, with someone who doesn't deserve me. I have done so much reading and introspection, and I'm glad that I got out when I was young enough to create a new, wonderful life for myself.
Anyway, by putting this out on the blog, I am hoping to start regular posting again. I love being able to go back throughout the years and see what I was doing this time of year in 2009, for example, and the future me will probably be upset with the present me for not writing regularly!