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I’m getting weirdly obsessive. Not over something big or dramatic, I can’t seem to get over the idea that I’ve done something wrong with new guy. I know it’s stupid. It feels stupid. Yet, there it is, ringing in my ears. Repeating over and over until I want to crack my skull open. Scarlett Macaws love hard, too. They form strong bonds with both humans and birds, and they mate for life. I know the sensible thing to do is just to ask him, check everything is okay with us. But,

Hi! Welcome. Hello. I'm the Flapping Flamingo. I like to stay anonymous, because the idea of people knowing my business scares me. I'm a medical student, in my twenties, and I was married (technically I still am.) It's a whole long ass story, but he was an asshole. He was manipulative, controlling, threatening. Emotionally abusive, essentially. It was really hard to recognise, because, most of the time, it wasn't outward. I thought he was just upset, or maybe a little needy.

He’s not said I love you, for a few days. He’s travelling. He’s busy. It’s not a him thing, I don’t think. Most of these things are a me thing, anyway. I mean, he might’ve said it on the phone, and I just forgot. But, I’ve texted it to him a few times, and he didn’t say it back. I don’t expect him to say it back every time, I sure as hell don’t say it back every time. Just, it feels weird. Is it a ‘ we’re finally out of the honeymoon phase,’ thing? A case of getting used to

He’s gone. He is gone. He’s been gone for a while now, three, nearly four, months. But, why does everything still ache? Like he’s pissed on all my clothes, and no matter how many times I wash them? They still fucking stink. A cool bird illustration with no relation to the text. This one's a hoopoe. I’m with someone new. I’m living somewhere new. I’m not even in the same country as him. Yet, shit that he did to me? It still lingers. Like an invisible scar right on the tip of y