It started small — ignoring chores, complaining about grocery bills, sighing every time Sadie needed a vet visit. Then it escalated. He’d refuse to contribute to shared expenses, yet always had money for expensive gadgets or “business trips” I later learned were thinly veiled vacations with friends.
One evening, I held out a vet bill for Sadie’s vaccinations.
“Marcus, she’s due for her shots,” I said.
He barely glanced up from his laptop. “Do we really need to spend this much on a dog?”
“She’s not a dog,” I shot back. “She’s family.”
