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But before that, we have a quick two-minute break from the sponsors that keep the show alive. This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed human. I caught my boyfriend talking harshly to my cat. So I told him to leave. Get out of here. Get it. For context, my 24 female, boyfriend, 30 male, and I recently moved in together. It's something we've been talking about. And when his lease ended, he moved into my apartment. By the way, this comes from user Cat Woes Throwaway. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R slash OK Storytime subreddit. I have a cat, Millie, who is my baby girl that I've had since she was a kitten.

Back when my boyfriend and I first started dating,

he made the joke that if we were ever going to live together, he'd have to get rid of that cat,

which I dismissed at the time. When he would come over, he would ignore Millie making jokes about

how cats are stuck up, how much he's a

dog person. Again, I dismissed this because he never acted hostile towards her. I figured it was

just a preference. When we started to get serious about moving in, he asked if I would consider

giving her away because he didn't like the idea of living with a cat. I almost laughed, ha ha! Before realizing

he was serious. I told him that under no circumstances would I get rid of my cat. I almost laughed. Ha ha! Before realizing, he was serious. I told him that under no circumstances would I get rid of my cat. I felt guilty about being unwilling to compromise, but he actually took it well and reassured me that if she was this important to me, he'd get over it. Fast forward to last night, I don't think he realized I was in the kitchen when he came home. Millie was on the couch, and I heard him go into the room and give this sigh. Before I could call out, I heard him say, you're so effing worthless. It terrified me because I've never ever heard him speak with such malice. He sounded like a different person. It was just so cold and hostile that I panicked and rushed out there to see him looking at Millie. Here's where I might be the A-hole.

I completely freaked out. I was yelling, asking what he thought he was doing, talking to her like that. He jumped, and I scooped Millie up and told him to leave my apartment right now. He looked so stunned and started to argue asking where he was supposed to go. I told him, I don't care. He just needs to leave. He was pissed and said he was going for a drive and slammed the door behind him.

I immediately started sob I don't care. He just needs to leave. He was pissed and said he was going for a

drive and slammed the door behind him. I immediately started sobbing and holding Millie. I was shaking and she could tell I was upset and kept cuddling me. She called me down and later when he texted asking if he could come back, I said yes. I put Millie in the bedroom so we could talk. We were both a lot, calmer and I felt awful after he explained his side. I'll often call Millie little names, and he said he was just trying to be playfully mean to and misjudged his tone. Which, girl, that's a lie. That's so, wow, that's such a bad. He's like, no, like, when you say, like, oh, come here, little kitty, I was saying, Oh, stay away from me, a little worth this little, like, little piece of crap, you know, lovingly. That's the most insane lie I've ever heard. I think both people, he came back and you talked, which is fine. Yeah. But like, like blowing up and kicking him out of the apartment, not the right. I'm a cat person. That was way, way overblown. And he might now be lying because he's like, do I have to come up with a lie for this? Because if I tell her, I just don't like her cat, is she going to like, like, like, obliterate me? Like, what's going on? Testing out little pet names. And it's like, look, I know people who are dog people who are like, I love dogs, they're useful, you can train them,

they do this, cats, it's like you have to be subservient to the cat. I hate it. And it's true, you do. The cat doesn't do anything for you. But he said it felt awful that I chose a cat over him and that I called it my apartment when it's supposed to be our place. Is your name on the lease, buddy. He told me he was constantly feeling second best to Millie, who I wouldn't even consider

rehoming, and I had thrown him out over an animal. place. Is your name on the lease, buddy? He told me he was constantly feeling second best to Millie,

who I wouldn't even consider rehoming, and I had thrown him out over an animal when he's a person.

This is one of the dumbest things I've ever read. I explained to him how much he means to me

and apologized for ever making him feel like this wasn't his home. I think I might have overreacted,

but I just don't know. He's my boyfriend, and she's something I keep refusing to compromise on. No, she's an animal that you love. She's your pet that you love. I don't even understand what the compromise. There is no compromise. There is no compromise here, because you want the cat here, and it's your place. He wants the cat gone. There's no middle ground. What? Is it going to go away on weekends?

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