I was around 9 years old, and my mom had gotten me a cat for my birthday. I remember naming him Batman or some retarded shit like that 
But anyways, I didn't have Batman for long. This is Because of my retard dad. It was only after 3-4 months of having Batman that my dad "took him for a walk". Now, Batman didn't like walks. He Didn't like being outside at all, actually. But my father STILL took him outside while knowing this. My cat seemed to be doing fine at first, until he heard a noise. Then he started freaking out, and got loose from his harness. He started running around a fuck ton, and it was really hard to try and get him back (he was fast as fuck). It wasn't long after he got loose that he got ran over by a fucking car. I started crying and really wanted to kill my dad (In Minecraft). And because of this, I wasn't allowed to have pets anymore, even though it wasn't even my fault. That really messed me up mentally because Batman was my only friend, I would come home from school crying because of my Normie bullies, and Batman would be there for me. Without my only friend, it got really hard to live life. Fast forward a couple years, I was 16 and my mom got really sick. Eventually, she did pass. And it made things very hard for me at home. My mom was actually pretty nice to me, but my dad was always rude and never understanding. So, that's why I ended up moving out at 19 and I have yet to visit my dad at all. (I'm 22 now) This might be something I'll regret later when he dies, but I don't know. He was always an asshole to me and got even worse after my mom died.
But anyways, I didn't have Batman for long. This is Because of my retard dad. It was only after 3-4 months of having Batman that my dad "took him for a walk". Now, Batman didn't like walks. He Didn't like being outside at all, actually. But my father STILL took him outside while knowing this. My cat seemed to be doing fine at first, until he heard a noise. Then he started freaking out, and got loose from his harness. He started running around a fuck ton, and it was really hard to try and get him back (he was fast as fuck). It wasn't long after he got loose that he got ran over by a fucking car. I started crying and really wanted to kill my dad (In Minecraft). And because of this, I wasn't allowed to have pets anymore, even though it wasn't even my fault. That really messed me up mentally because Batman was my only friend, I would come home from school crying because of my Normie bullies, and Batman would be there for me. Without my only friend, it got really hard to live life. Fast forward a couple years, I was 16 and my mom got really sick. Eventually, she did pass. And it made things very hard for me at home. My mom was actually pretty nice to me, but my dad was always rude and never understanding. So, that's why I ended up moving out at 19 and I have yet to visit my dad at all. (I'm 22 now) This might be something I'll regret later when he dies, but I don't know. He was always an asshole to me and got even worse after my mom died.
