My father was terrible towards my brother and I but he was even worse towards animals. Any sign of behavior that he could interpret as “disrespect” or aggression from an animal and he’d either abuse it or kill it. And he was also so fucking proud of himself after even bragging about it like he was some paragon of masculinity asserting his dominion over man and beast.

The fucking psychopath still wonders why I don’t talk to him outside of the holidays and family crises.