i learned that I’m a terrible owner. I clearly can’t take care of a cat that doesn’t even live with me, that I can’t get to. I’m a terrible owner because I wasn’t there all weekend because I had other plans to attend to. So, you can stop making me feel like shit for something that isn’t my fault. You knew he was sick before you took him home. You knew something was wrong with him, but no. You kept him. I love my Simba dearly & you should know that if it was up to me, I’d be there & I’d take care of him, but I can’t be there & I can’t take care of him. I understand he’s suffering, but I don’t need a fucking text every hour saying how terrible he’s doing, making me feel worse about having to put him down. You know that I love him more than anything, that he’s my baby & I’d pay for the surgery if I had the money, but I don’t & neither do you. I’d like to not have to have a text about how terrible he is, or how miserable he is, or how he can’t see because I know all this, & you’re just making the situation worse. As soon as this is over, I don’t want you to have any part of my life anymore. You’re illiterate & I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t. It’s physically exhausting trying to talk to you. I can’t even tell my BEST friend anything because you tell her first & all you guys do is talk shit behind my back. I’m done. I’m just so exhausted with having to deal with your stupid questions & your constant nagging. I lost my best friend because of all this bullshit. I’m just done. Maybe Amanda can sleep over again & have me not there so I don’t ruin your guy’s night.