I was checking my filtered comments on Tik Tok this morning and saw somebody commented that I “ate Mexican food while he killed Kirby” and therefore get no sympathy from this person because I put my boyfriend before my dog.
And to that, I say: yes, I ate Mexican food that day. I’m incredibly proud of that fact. Because me begging my abuser to get lunch is what made him stop abusing my dog for a little while that day. That Mexican food is what provided my dog safety that day. It was the reason he was able to get a reprieve from the horrible pain he was suffering. My abuser had been *trigger warning* picking Kirby up, holding him above his head, and throwing my poor dog on the ground. To make that stop, I begged him to get lunch. It was 10:45am and I didn’t know if it would work, to beg for lunch that early, but it was my only out. The only way to save my dog in that moment. And it worked. I begged my abuser to get lunch. It was the only way to get him to stop hurting my dog.
So yes, on the day my abuser horrifically abused my dog and killed him, I ate Mexican food. It saved my dog (if only for the moment). And I’m proud of it.
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