Before my two-week work trip, Tom promised to care for my dogs, Max and Bella, whom I adore. But my mom’s photo of them tied up outside sparked worry. Tom’s response? “I thought they needed some fresh air.” Unconvinced, I cut my trip short. Confronting Tom, his casual attitude shattered my trust. I moved out, realizing he didn’t respect my feelings or my pets.
“Why did you leave them tied up out there?” I asked. Tom’s reply? “I thought it would be good for them to be outside.”
Feeling hurt and angry, I chose to divorce. “You need to find somewhere else to stay,” I told him. With Max and Bella, I found solace in my decision. They’re my family, and anyone who can’t accept that isn’t meant to stay.
