u/WorldsDeadliestCat

I took Kyle (chihuahua) to a dog park and he got attacked by a pitbull. I stepped between them (which I know isn’t safe but I just wasn’t even thinking about anything but protecting him) and his owner kept calmly calling over the dog, saying she just wants to play. That stalking and ears down and pointed out tail is NOT play.

I was screaming at the dog and obviously it did nothing and the guy was all the way across the park calling the dogs name, saying “don’t scare him, he just wants to play”. I told him to get his fucking dog and kicked at it to get it away. I was so pissed.

I always heard people say that it isn’t safe to take dogs to a dog park, and I had always brushed it off. I learned my lesson the hard way. Luckily he is fine, but of course the pitbull owner can’t recognize the signs of aggression/prey drive and thinks the dog “wants to play” - he cornered my dog and was jumping and snarling at him, he was totally going to bite him and he could have died. I fucking hate people like that.

Everybody shut up!!! Don’t ask me anything, don’t touch me, don’t say you need me to do xyz… NOTHING! Leave me tf alone!!! I want to eat ice cream in my room in PEACE

TW: Suicide ment

The dishes are making me want to just die. I’m going through a depressive episode for sure and the cycle of cooking and dishes as nauseam is making me feel… crazy.

I feel stupid because I’m looking for work right now and I have time I should be doing the dishes but I look at them and they look at me and I just want to run away. I hate the dirty stinky water and wet food, I hate the crusted on food on the counter, I hate… it all.

I am dealing with severe mental illness and life shit (lots of family trauma, the only loving mother figure I have just got diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and I don’t live near her anymore and I got in a fight with my real mom so we aren’t talking AGAIN and M14/F17 real mom/my MIL is testing me and her selfishness knows no bounds etc. etc.) that it seems like nobody gives a fuck about and it all comes back to the fucking DISHES!

It’s bad but I just throw away Tupperware if it gets beyond disgusting. “Don’t throw it away it’s so wasteful” I KNOW but maybe don’t set days old warm stank ass moldy Tupperware on the side of the sink my GOD!!!

Also, what happened to I cook you clean? It’s just… too much! And then there’s the guilt of being home all day and she’s working and she comes home and (finally?) did the dishes and then I feel bad but I still feel mad?

Tiny apartment, no dishwasher, tiniest kitchen ever, etc. etc. petty stupid rant. I just feel like the world’s biggest fuck up!

Literally I just need permission to use paper towels and paper plates and plastic cutlery until my meds get sorted out I can’t stop getting that feeling horrible about the waste

Sorry, that went everywhere and probably didn’t make much sense but I feel SO ALONE right now.

Cat peed on the floor.

Wife cleans part of it up with paper towel.

She decides a swiffer would get the job done better.

Looks at me and tells me “since there’s only some cat pee on it I’ll just save the pad to mop the rest of the house with later”

I say that you need to throw it away, because that’s gross.

She tells me I’m being wasteful.

WHAT??? You are literally just pushing around cat piss! I’m already miffed that it smells like cat pee, I don’t want them smelling the enzymes or whatever and thinking the whole world is their bathroom.

Someone tell me that I’m not crazy and that is, in fact, gross?