I’ve been married to Tom for three years. Before we got married, I had my two dogs, Max and Bella, who are like my children. Tom knew this and seemed to care about them too.
A month ago, I had a two-week work trip. Tom assured me, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Max and Bella.”
Shortly after I left, my mom texted me, asking if everything was okay with the dogs. She sent a picture of Max and Bella tied up outside, looking sad. Alarmed, I called Tom. “Why are Max and Bella tied up outside?” He casually responded, “I just thought they needed some fresh air.” I insisted he bring them inside immediately.
Despite Tom’s reassurances, I couldn’t stop worrying. My mom later found the dogs tied up again and took them to her house. Unable to focus on work, I cut my trip short and returned home. Confronting Tom, I said, “Why did you leave them tied up out there?” He replied, “I thought it would be good for them to be outside.”
Angry and hurt, I realized Tom didn’t respect my feelings or my dogs. I packed a bag and went to my mom’s house.
The next day, I called a lawyer to file for divorce. “I can’t do this anymore. You need to find somewhere else to stay,” I told Tom. A few days later, he was gone. Sitting with Max and Bella, I knew I made the right choice. They are my family, and anyone who can’t accept that doesn’t belong in my life.