A few weeks ago my fiancé gave me a letter. She had been kind of off and said something has been weighing in her.

In the letter to spoke about my dog. She stated that when we move to the condo next year (my dog, piper) is not welcome. I’ve had Piper for going in 6 years. Her reasoning is because she doesn’t want a dog living in a condo because it’s too small. Yet it’s bigger than our current suite?

My fiancé and I have been together 7.5 years. We moved in together a couple years ago (as she was going to school and living at home). She never once voiced how she didn’t want to live with a dog. Fast forward to now. We’ve all lived together for over 2 years. Her, myself, my dog and her cat.

Yet suddenly its not even a topic of discussion it was an ultimatum.

The kicker she’s known she has felt this way forever; keeping it from me. Piper is my heart and soul. That dog literally saves me from myself everyday. She not just a dog. She my best friend. My companion. And she just uhhhh just wants me to rehome her to my brother for a few years. Then we can get her “back”

The icing: we just resigned another lease at the beginning of September 👏🏻 #manipulation #depressed #traumabonding #myheartsbreaking