Does it make me a horrible person to tell Jeannie she can't bring another pet into my home? It makes me feel like I'm bursting her bubble; but there is so much shit everywhere I look--though I am talking metaphorically here--I just can't imagine bringing something else into my home. I know that is part of the reason I'm having so much trouble psychologically right now. I know I'm depressed about a lot of things in my life, especially about the lack of control I'm feeling in every aspect of my life!
So I'm not going to feel guilty about not allowing it. I do however know that I need to have a plan in mind for when she does try to bring a pet into the house. As much as I am an animal lover, and as much as I understand her want and even need of having that warmth just for her, I will not cave on this. I can not cave on this. When we were having the discussion tonight, I could tell she was actively planning on how she'll wear me down; unfortunately for her, my resolve on this is absolute.
I cannot have any more of anything brought into this house. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it!
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