the story began with a kid who wanted a sugar glider, this kid grew into a man and had some rough years, and he finaly got the nerve to get a pet. now this man was an old fashioned Newmexican cowboy, cows, horses and rattle snakes, dogs who were tools not companions, the last person on earth who should of gotten a little flying marsupial next is a little grey suggie, nameless origionally purchased at a flea market on the cheap fed only fruit, never bonded and more likley than not older than the advert suggested. she was angry feral, and sold for less than a coffe table. her previous owners knew if they gave info tue buyer wouldnt want her. so there the cowboy was, in the parking lot in front of whataburger complining about a burger that didnt come with cheese, when the folks rolled by. He expected discoarse, he expected some form of direction.... instead all he got was a bag that sounded like a dying wind up toy. He takes her home, do3s some reasearch and finds out the cage he spent the last of his prospects on will kill her. now with no cage, no experience, and no reliable info he makes it his mission to become his polar opposite and give this poor thing a chance for companionship.after scaring her half to death he realised he need to change his methods, quick and tough wont help her, so now he waits, typing into his phone, hoping some caring soul offers help and wisdom. he fears that his nomadic life may be her downfall but he vows that everything he earns half goes into making her life better, until she is safe, healthy, happy, and fearless. an odd exchange being that the only fear the grizzled weathered tough guy has ever known, was via proxy of a tiny screaming lady.

OK, so your story telling caught my attention. Is there hope? Of course there is hope. Whether your girl will finally realize that you are the one for her... only time will tell. My extended family wound up with a crazy, screaming,lunging glider, that we called the vampire because it drew blood from anyone who tried to give it affection. Nothing we humans did could calm her down. HOW did my mother wind up with this creature? Because we finally convinced its owner that being a single glider after its mate died when they were but weeks old was not healthy. So... the vampire became the third in a trio with a settled established pair who were the same age and from the same background. and what do you know... the vampire learned how to be a glider! It took its own species to "teach" it how to behave. Now, the vampire is still not going to snuggle up next to you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but she will lick some yogurt off your finger without eating the finger off. She will tolerate some human affection from the right source. She will even allow a select few humans carry her about in a pouch. we spent weeks with this creature trying to calm it down; she settled down immediately when introduced to someone of her own kind. Perhaps your sweetheart needs a friend... you might have to share her and become the third wheel in this interspecies relationship....