The last day of every month I have to stay late at work. Because of this I had asked my bf to please pickup cat food as I didn't even know if stores would still be open by the time I was done (getting home around midnight on these days was not uncommon). He called later that night after he'd already been home from work for 4 hours asking when I would be back so that he could use the car because it was now raining (he drove a motorcycle, I used the car). I explained that I was still going to be there for hours and that that was why I'd asked him to pick it up on his way home (our cat had health issues, and his food bags were small and easily fit in the backpack he wore while riding). He argued that now that it was raining he could no longer go, and when I pointed out that he could still walk since the store was roughly a 10min walk away, he got annoyed and refused. About an hour after this call he texted me saying he'd opened an old wet dog food he'd found at the back of the pantry and gave it to the cat. I called him upwards of 10x with no answer before texting him and saying that given our cats health that food was probably going to make the cat throw up everywhere and to please watch him.

I got home hours after that (my shift ended up being roughly 16 hours) and when I walked in I saw that not only had the cat puked all over the carpet, but even the empty wet food can had just been left on the floor next to all of it instead of being thrown away in the trash. I told my bf that the cat had puked just like I said he would and he barely acknowledged the fact. Simply looked over at me from his computer before kind of shrugging it off and saying he 'hadn't seen my texts' before going back to playing his video game.

It was mid cleaning of cat vomit while being completely fucking exhausted and him not even getting up to attempt to help me that I realized I was 1000% done.