My dog got diagnosed with a critical heart problem with a short estimated life expectancy. I tell this to the person I trust the most outside of my family, my ex-girlfriend. She starts making jokes about it, like clips of dogs passing away in JoJo, a show we were watching together. I made her promise to not tell anyone else about it because I was in the tough guy phase and didn't want many people thinking I had a soft side. She gets mad at me once and leaks it to our entire friend group forcing me to make a statement about it myself. I should have broken up then, but I'm too attached to the concept of being with someone to break up. Eventually my dog outlives his estimated life expectancy due to my amazing family taking such good care of him, but this witch thinks I just used him as a means to get attention and start telling everyone this. The most satisfying moment though is when I threaten to break up with her and she asks, would you take the dog or me? I just answer, the dog. Any day. He is my life. She then starts screaming like a banshee, keys my car, tells everyone I'm a horrible person and starts sending my family anonymous threats, which I figured out were hers because of her consistent inability to spell certain words.