[Hoopers girlfriend] received text messages from Hooper threatening to kill the cat. About 3.45am she heard a cat screech and went outside to investigate. Hooper had dealt the cat two heavy blows to the chest and neck with an axe, severing its spinal cord. It died.
Hooper then went inside and the pair had a fight, culminating in Hooper hitting his girlfriend with the glass top of a coffee table. Hooper told police he was “really drunk”. The pair remain together.
The pair .. remain together. Yeah, obviously.
Can any female readers of my blog give me some fucking insight into her mindset here? You, yourself, might not have been in this sort of position, but I’ll bet you know someone who has at least.
If this was my girlfriend, the phrase “so fucking dumped” wouldn’t even begin to cover it. I would plot, and extract, revenge. They would, in all seriousness, Rue the fucking Day. Until they died, or I did. What I would NOT do, is keep going out with them, possibly while saying things like: “It’s _just his way_. He loves me really. Who _hasn’t_ killed the pets of those they love with an axe? I can _change_ him, I’m _sure_!”
I want to kick this guy in the balls RIGHT NOW, and it wasn’t even MY CAT he killed.