My son’s cat lightly scratched my husband’s first love.

In response, my husband bound its paws and let it starve to death.

My son, already battling depression, developed an eating disorder as a result.

My husband merely scoffed.

“Depression is just coddling. A few missed meals will fix it; let’s see if he dares to keep such a dangerous creature again.”

But my son truly jumped from the building.

Later, my husband desperately begged me to return and forgive him.