July came in with a lot of bangs – mostly from rednecks that wouldn’t stop the dang racket for 10 days. The older animals and I were very stressed by that. Minor doesn’t care at all. Our friends did a very distanced (masks required) gathering for the 4th and the children set off tiny fireworks with their father. Minor cared more about the watermelon than their escapades!
His entire life I’d worriedly compared him to Charlie, scared that he wouldn’t progress into service work. July 2020 marked his 9th month, which was the same age Charlie was when I adopted him. At that age literally the only skill Charlie had was potty training. Minor is doing well.
Unfortunately we discovered he is allergic to pork, duck, and potatoes. He is experiencing a severe skin reaction, and is still detoxing. It’s very gross and almost like cradle cap. He was supposed to start Impulse Control classes this August but was unable to join in until he is fully well again.
Numbers in Alabama have hit an all time high and I’ve been struggling with anger and fear. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to follow mandates. I don’t understand why a stranger drove up to the gas pump and screamed at me that I am what’s wrong with America – there were other pumps, she had no mask and was angry at me for wearing this one and having a grocery sack over the pump so I didn’t have to touch it. I had to threaten to call the police, and was about to take the gas and use it as a deterrent. She was looking for a fight. Interactions like this are becoming common. Lots of Alabamians don’t believe in science – most of them seem to espouse the idea that it’s a “plandemic” or democrat’s plot. My thoughts turn very dark and I have to avoid the news. I had a few very dark days where I wasn’t balancing rest/food/meds well.
My tomato plant hasn’t done very well. The farm to families boxes through the YMCA have been a HUGE blessing.
The gentleman I’ve been dating (and only getting to see once a month since February) asked me to go steady. I have a boyfriend! The biggest news of all:
Charlie Minor and I moved into an apartment!!!
Here’s something wild: on July 27, 2016 I signed my divorce papers to the man that abused me and said I would never survive without him. I was so afraid he would be proven right. But exactly 4 years *to the day* later, movers brought my furniture into an apartment. A safe place that man doesn’t know of. A place I feel free of him.
God has a sense of humor mixed in with justice sometimes.
It has taken 34 years for me to get to this place. It feels incredible. I am surrounded by family and friends. I have the warm and gentle regard of a good man. I have proved my ex-husband wrong, even if he himself never knows that – the ghost of him in my head howls in frustration.