August 14th 2021
Riley finally went under the knife today.
I had waited the recommended age before putting him through surgery to neuter him.
Even though I trusted the vet I worked for with his life, the stress of not having him with me was a lot.
Craig had been understanding, even offered to let me stay at his apartment, so I wouldn’t be completely alone.
We had a nice dinner, he picked up my favorite Chinese takeout along with one of my favorite bottles of wine, and we watched a movie together. I had an early morning the next day, so I asked him around ten o’clock if we could go to bed. We’ve always gone to bed together when I stay the night.
He exploded at me. We hadn’t argued in days, and had what I thought was a nice evening.
All of a sudden, when I mentioned going to bed, he lost his mind.
Asking why I hadn’t considered what he wanted after he did everything for me that evening.
Why hadn’t I thought about the type of day he had and how I should know when he has to do all that for me?
It stresses him out, and he needs to decompress.
I tried to talk to him, tried to ask what had happened at work since he hadn’t said anything all evening.
All he could blame was my stress over Riley’s surgery and having to take care of me.
I had too much wine to even consider driving myself home.
The thought of being arrested again if the argument escalated was enough for me to drop it.
His anger over the video games kept me up half the night.
I didn’t dare risk going out to the living room to ask him to stop screaming over the TV.
I didn’t give him a reason to get angry with me or cause another incident like last time.
The entire night, I could still feel the handcuffs around my wrists every time he yelled obscenities at whatever online game he was playing.
I didn’t even risk telling him goodbye as soon as I sobered up enough to drive myself home before the sun rose.