Alright so I’ve been broken about this since January, and you guys can tell me to get over it; but this is difficult. When my ex and I were together he kept saying we should get an animal for me to take care of. Partially out of depression, but also because I really wanted a little friend. After months of searching on Craigslist I found a kitten. I went to go pick him up, and since my ex’s bike was stolen that day (it was his only mean of transportation) I said the cat could be his. I was trying to be nice, I messed up. I took care of that cat DILIGENTLY. I was the one who took him to the vet against what my partner thought, and my partner split the bills with me. For a week after the breakup I kept him, and brought him over to my ex’s place to stay for a bit. I thought my ex would let me visit if I said he could have him, but he changed his mind. I asked for the money that was spent on vet bills, and it was received.

So my ex gives 0 shits about animal health. He believes that if an animal dies, it dies. No need for vet visits. My ex also cheated on me, brutally, and I never got passed it; so that was the reason I broke up with him. (just mentioning idk) (sorry i’m torn up)

Anyways, I’m picking up the rest of my stuff after months of not being able to because of my school and work load, also I’m a practicing artist doing gigs. But me picking up my stuff has resurfaced and accentuated the pain of not having my cat around.

I should just let it go, it’s dumb but difficult. I’m just sad and frustrated.