I (27M) have been with my boyfriend (29M) for 4 years, living together for 2. I'm a drag performer and travel frequently for shows and events sometimes just over the weekend, sometimes for a week or more. Before we moved in together, I had already adopted two cats, Loki and Salem. I love them like they're my babies.

When we decided to move in, I made it very clear that I travel often, and asked if he’d be okay occasionally feeding the cats and cleaning the litter box when I’m away. He agreed. I never asked him to do anything extra, just the basics, feed them, make sure they’re safe, and scoop once a day. That’s it.

A few weeks ago, I landed a week-long gig in New Orleans. Before leaving, I prepped everything: filled their auto-feeder, cleaned everything, and reminded him of the usual. He said, “I got it, don’t worry,” and kissed me goodbye.

Two days in, I get a call from my neighbor while I’m backstage. She says she found both my cats wandering the hallway of our apartment building, yowling and trying to scratch at our door. I nearly passed out. I asked her to take them in for the night and promised to get them safe as soon as possible.

I immediately flew back the next morning and rushed home. When I walked in, my boyfriend was on the couch, gaming, acting like nothing happened. I didn’t even get a “sorry.” When I asked what the hell happened, he rolled his eyes and said, “They kept scratching the door and knocking stuff over. I thought they needed some air.”

Some air?! We live on the fourth floor. No balcony. No supervision. No collars. He had literally opened the front door and let them wander out like they were strays.

I didn’t even argue. I grabbed my keys, thanked my neighbor, picked up my cats, and left to crash at my friend’s place. Since then, he’s been texting me non-stop, calling me “dramatic,” saying I’m choosing “fur over flesh,” and that it “was just a mistake.” His sister even DMed me saying I was heartless for blowing this out of proportion.

But here’s the thing: it’s not just about the cats. It’s the fact that I trusted him. I built a life with him, and he couldn’t even be bothered to protect the two beings I love most in the world. That kind of disregard feels like a dealbreaker.

I’m seriously considering ending things for good.

AITAH?