I got bit by my roommate’s dog recently, and so far I’ve been trying my best to avoid close contact with the dog as much as possible, even if that means I have to hide whenever he’s coming near me, I’d happily do so knowing that I’ll be safe then than else. I don’t understand why but they scoffed and chuckled at me today when I was hiding in the bathroom, trying to protect myself by the only humane way I know how. Still, I cannot trust the dog due to a gnarly wound he left me on my thigh that keeps me from walking normally.
“Are you gonna keep doing this for the whole month?”, that was what my roommate’s boyfriend said to me. Holding my anger back, I kept quiet. Sure you don’t have a childhood trauma related to this that you have never fully overcome, making you super anxious anytime a dog growls at you, especially when you think you can trust him, and especially when you were just trying to save the owner, your lover, from scaring herself to death. Sure, that’s why you don’t get it and probably never will.
And to my roommate, whom I’ve been living with for more than a year, I guess I have to thank you for getting the dog just so I can see how unapologetic you are after I bandaged your wound just to have your dog to bite me and trigger my past pain. You once said firmly to me that when you move out I’m going to cry. Now, don’t you worry as it’s not going to happen, despite how badly you might want me to, and I’m sure about that.
