I’m thinking that you stated your thoughts very clearly.

You’ve sacrificed (we’ll say chosen to change, to give you back some semblance of “choice”) many life paths.

Now you want to make sure that your husband doesn’t expect you to always be that way…am I right?

You don’t want to be trapped in the housework/outwork/childbearing/diaper-changing maze alone.

Sounds reasonable to not make a fuss just yet but quietly notice what his family does and expects.

Then…how does that stack up against your life hopes and dreams?

Breaks down, breaks through, rolls on over…

Yes he yum yum is

Oooooo…

Stylish

See, guys?

We women aren’t difficult at all. Just smell like this and be this clean, wear a thong and let your headband fall over one eye…hordes of us will rush forward to eat you all up!

Now, before making a wish, remember r/TheMonkeysPaw

u/disfreakinguy :

This may sound odd. But is there any chance volunteering at a parrot sanctuary or rescue might help? Because they are often lost between the life they knew and the next life they decide to choose and trust.

They saved me. It’s not easy with parrots. It’s patient, polite taming between two cautious species.

The wheelchair is the elephant in the room right now, and I apologize because I don’t mean that in a hurtful way. I mean it as “it’s apparently what everyone is getting caught up by.”

It won’t disappear. But it will shrink to its actual size.

I’ve not been in a wheelchair, but I’ve worn a fair amount of orthopedic leg gear.

The wheelchair will startle some of the parrots, if the chair comes up too close and fast to them. So the very thing that is the most agonizing is the thing one has to negotiate with the parrots about.

Once they get a chance to examine the chair and the human sitting in it, while feeling safe during this examination, this is what they’ll see:

“Finally a person who sits down and lets me come to them instead of just rushing over and jamming their hand under my toes, so suddenly I lose my balance! I could approach this person. Or they could approach me and just sit and talk, then listen to me.”

If a parrot is higher than you, don’t ever reach up unless you know for certain that bird wants to walk down your arm.

It’s better to let it come down and be at your level.

Or have it walk over and climb up to you.

But often there are caged parrots who can’t be let out because they’re too angry/traumatized, or they’ve been abused, or they’re disabled by broken body parts, and so they tend bite people, hard. Or they get bitten because they rush to another parrot for contact, so they have to be protected from themselves. They’re just so damn lonely.

And there’s not enough time for them. Too many parrots for too few people in the rescue/sanctuary.

For someone to sit even three feet away and then talk to them would be like a dream they never would dare expect to come true.

At the very least, it’s something different to do in a day. Just remember to keep your movements and voice calm, secure, not sudden, and it also helps not to stare at them.

Three-quarter face. Slow blinks. Humming. Whistling. Singing bits of song. Just holding a conversation about whatever comes to mind: “So, what do you think about the latest released information on UFOs?”

I didn’t mean to offend anyone. I hope this doesn’t come across as a r/thanksimcured toss-off. It’s truly and sincerely meant, and I hope very much that if not this, you find something else that gives you some ease and happiness.

Good luck and best wishes, always ♥️🍀🎶🌠

He looks…capable.

I think we Serbians have already forcibly fucked people who were utterly repulsed and traumatized by us, enough.

remembering fights on my dad’s side of my family, burying head in hands

I know, I know.

I was ashamed to admit being part Serbian for years. I guess I still am.

“It’s a 64-box plot!”

That’s a brilliant hack to keep track of who’s where, doing what. The image reached my brain and my face started smiling!

That color-coding could be a good self-therapeutic tool as well.

Oh geez. I was just visualizing that thing hitting our atmosphere and suddenly fwoop fwoop fwoop Stay puft marshmallow men just proliferating everywhere, plummeting with purpose and malignant looks…

And if you imagined that too, then it’s probably going to happen!

In the same manner, It’s A Bird’s Life

This link might be better: http://www.petstation.com/birdlife.html