Things I've been keeping from you

I don't intentionally keep people out of the loop, especially my friends and family. When I don't share information with you, more often than not it's an act of self-preservation. I just don't want to talk about it because it doesn't make me feel good, it's embarrassing, or it doesn't really fit naturally into normal conversation (i.e. "So I have this rash ...").

There are a few things I haven't told you.

Firstly, we no longer have our chinchilla, Kevin. We sold him about 3 months ago to a family in Central Indiana. I would joke with people that Kevin was mostly terrible and I was pretty sure I hated him, but that feeble attempt at bad humor was a way to mask my feelings of disappointment that he absolutely refused to bond with us. I mean, you're severely hard-pressed to find anyone who loves animals more than I do and the fact that Kevin didn't love me back was actually kind of devastating.

And it wasn't for a lack of trying. Clayton was much better at spending time with him since his cage was kept in the video game room (saying we have a "video game room" makes it sound like we live in a mansion, when really we just have spare bedrooms and no kids), but Kevin still gave him the cold shoulder and would have a literal panic attack anytime you tried to touch him. He'd approach his cage door so you could hand him raisins, but then he'd want nothing to do with you. Holding him resulted in numerous scratches.

Kevin spent a lot of time alone because heck, that's what he acted like he wanted. But whether he wanted to be alone or not, that's no way for an animal to live. It wasn't fair to that fuzzy little bast**d and it weighed heavily on us.

I posted an ad on Craigslist and after conversing back and forth with a woman for about a week, we decided to let her family have Kevin. We drove about an hour to meet the father and the teenage daughter (me holding Kevin in my lap and crying the whole way) and after meeting the 15 year-old girl who would be taking care of him, I felt confident we made the right decision. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and she even bought the teeny tiniest pet carrier for the trip back to their house.

I followed up with the mom about a week later and she said that her daughter was over the moon with Kevin (I'm not sure what his new name is and I didn't ask) and that he sleeps in her room and absolutely adores her. She even mentioned that several of the neighbors stopped by to meet him and he's doing great and is very loved.

I relayed the message to Clayton and he said, "Oh great, so Kevin is capable of love. We were the problem."

Personal feelings aside, that moody rodent is thriving and every time I look at Joey, I suspect that he's happier now, too. I swear, his eyes seem to say, "There can only be one pet in this family. I won."

But it all still kind of hurts.

Secondly, I have a new job. I know, I know, "Oh, Courtney has a new job? That's a surprise. #sarcasm". Which is precisely why I didn't say anything. My career changes are a definite sore spot for me and greatly influence how I view myself and how I fear others view me, but a lot went into this decision (you can trust I don't make decisions hastily) ... and there you have it. The job was offered to me, the pros outweighed the cons, and I don't plan on going anywhere for a very, very long time. I started last Monday. It's amazing. It's marketing and I think I'll thrive here.

That's it, really. That's all I haven't told you.

Well, that and I recently switched to Tide laundry detergent, but something tells me that's not really news.