The Rat Bastard Returns

I called the fucker to ask him to come and take Chula away for a while but of course he can't because he lives in a 1 bedroom apt with 5 cats. I guess he has 3 kittens. So, he starts in right away telling me to calm down and quit crying and tell him what happened and then he says I shouldn't be mad at Chula she is only a dog and did what dogs do. I hate him so much. He says he will talk to his skanky mother to see if Chula can go stay there for a while. I told him to forget it I would take care of Chula and see she is taken care of. He said don't say that like you will do something bad to her. I told him I was thinking of taking her to the pound actually but that I was still upset and not thinking clearly. I know I said I would never call him but I did and that was stupid.I guess I was hoping he would be nice to me. I told him that I wished he had been there to help me. He never said a word other than he was sorry and I should calm down.He acts like he hates me. I hate him! He hurt me. He lied to me. He cheated on me.He doesn't get to hate me dammit! I never did anything to him!Why can't I have a nice day?? Every day is either some trauma or nothing. I just want something good to happen to me. I want so much to be loved. I want someone to take care of me when I am sad and kiss away the pain. Is that too much to ask? I feel like I live in a Novella!