I hate that I don’t like animals anymore. I had two cats growing up and I loved them. I have to admit, when my last one passed away and my dad refused to have any more animals in the house, I adapted to it pretty quickly.
Then I got married and my wife adored animals. She was obsessed with getting a dog and I never liked them but I was willing to compromise. I agreed to one dog and one cat. I made it clear that I didn’t want to live in a zoo. In the end, we had two dogs and three cats. We are getting divorced. She kept the dogs and two of the cats, which bothered me. I’m the cat person and I don’t know if she’s ready to handle four animals alone.
I moved in with my brother and the cat I kept isn’t getting along with his. We’ve tried pheromones, keeping mine in a crate to introduce them and they still fight. We have to keep mine in my tiny room all day and at night to keep them apart. Meanwhile he walks all over me, whines and headbutts me. I never slept with the cats as a kid, they were always locked up in another room so I could sleep. It was the same in my previous home, I locked the cats in another room at night, which my wife thought was awful. She had the dogs sleep with us, which I hated. I sure love being kicked to the edge of the bed by a spoiled 90 pound dog. She lets them all sleep with her now and they all love it.
I’ll have to move my cat on, which is frustrating because he was “my” cat and my wife actually didn’t like him. My dad will be thrilled that he will be gone, because he always takes my brothers side. If my brother says the cat is a problem, dad will rub it in when I find him a new home. He can’t pretend to show sympathy, he’ll actually gloat.
Right now I just want to punch everyone I see.