Dear bitch from hell,
Dating you was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made in my life. Over the course of our relationship you went from being positive engaging and upbeat, into belittling, bizarrely possesive, lazy and controlling. Despite all this, I felt terrible when I ended it, which is why I let you continue to live with me for a month afterwards. Even when you refused to find a place and let the one month stretch into three, I still was understanding and accomodating. My father told me I should move out, shut off the power and the water and call the cops to have your ass thrown out, but no, I wanted to be Mr. Sensitive so I put up with your rantings for an entire summer until you finally, blissfully left. I changed the locks immediately.
The worst part of breaking up with you was letting go of the dog we adopted together. I had trained that dog from a puppy, I took him with me everywhere I went, he followed me around the house every step I took. You were too lazy to walk him, you seemed to consciously untrain him whenever you could, you forgot to feed him or overfed him, you really should have left him with me. But you insisted that you couldn’t leave him behind. You begged, you whined, you pleaded, you told me that you loved him and would always take care of him well, that he was the only thing left for you to live for and you feared for your sanity of you let him go, so I reluctantly agreed, figuring it was the high price I had to pay to get my life back. I told you clearly to bring him back if you couldn’t take care of him, that he would always have a home with me. After you left I had nightmares that he was starving because you forgot to feed him, and had to call mutual friends to be assured otherwise. I heard that you let him get out of the yard and he was returned by animal services twice, which made me grind my teeth.
In the three years since you left, I’ve heard all kinds of bizarre stories about your subsequent behavior. The cops showed up looking for you once, for unpaid debt “…in the five figure range.” I heard you were shacking up with all kinds of losers around the pac NW. All reports said that the dog was healthy. I’ve thought about him a lot in the last three years. Whenever I’ve gone jogging, whenever I’ve gone to the dog park… hell my initial post in the SDMB was in defense of dog ownership, and taking that dog to the dog park.
If you had to give him up, you could have brought him back to me. You could have given him to the family down the street who you regularly left him with, whose four year old daughter worshipped him. You could have given him your best friend whose main hobby is adopting and finding homes for unclaimed pets fer crissakes. But I found out yesterday that on a whim you instead took him to the pound. Presumably to be euthanized. And not just any pound, the pound five blocks from my house! You couldn’t be bothered to drive those extra five blocks, could you bitch?
Of all the goddamn unbelievable, despicable dirtbag bitch things you’ve ever done, this on really burns me the most. You always told me you wanted kids, is this what you would have done with them as well? I keep thinking of the number of times you held yourself up as being somehow morally superior, when in fact you are exactly the hateful, loathsome, repugnant ogress my friends warned me you were. When you call me later this year for your annual “can-we-be-friends-now” (aka “will you please support my sorry ass again”) phone call, instead of giving you my usual “sorry, but no” you’re going to hear “burn in hell, you pathetic, sordid peice of human trash.” Don’t EVER call me again.
I called the pound - lucky dog, he got adopted two days after you dropped him off. They keep them at least 30 days before euthanizing them, so I’m fairly sure they’re telling me straight, because he would still be there otherwise. But as far as I’m concerned, you tried to have him killed because you’re too lazy to keep him and to pathetic to bring him back. You’ve alienated your family, you’ve driven away anyone who has ever been close to you, and now you can’t even maintain a relationship with a dog for god’s sake. You can’t even summon enough interest in his fate to leave him tied up on my front porch, you’d rather he got killed. You are poison.
