The subject line says it all. The former mr. bot and I have been engaged for a while, and we bought a house together a month ago.
Big mistake. We have been fighting ever since, and I have taken on two jobs just to get out of the house. I figured the less time I was home, the less time we would have to fight. This evening when I came home from job #2, we had another fight. As I was sauntering (storming) out the door to head for the sanctuary of the barn (for some peace and quiet), he kicked my dog and said “take your damn dog with you!”
My dog is a 17 year old poodle. He has cataracts and can’t see very well these days. He has been my devoted campanion since he was a puppy. I have cried into his fur when my grandmother died, when my dad died, and when my two sisters died. He has been at my side through thick and thin. I love that “damn dog”. Apparently more than I loved mr. bot. Something snapped in me when he swung his foot to kick my little dog, and I realized I could never love or trust mr. bot again.
We have both said dreadful things in anger, but I have never physically struck him, nor anyone else in my life. I don’t “do” physical violence. I have a zero tolerance policy on that. And it extends to my dog. Kick my dog, and you have kicked me. I’m now looking for another house, and I feel it can only get better from now on. No more fighting, no more kicking. I just want to get on with my life. And I shall.