DD is lonely.
She's actually made a couple of friends, but it's hard to get together because I don't always have their parents' numbers. (No class list, which is an ongoing b!tch.)
DD also loves animals, specifically dogs.
DH is also a dog person.
I ... am not.
DD has been BEGGING for a dog; DH doesn't like seeing her upset/lonely/whatever. He got frustrated with me when I insisted that getting a dog was not going to happen.
He's been stressed about money lately, so that's one reason - adoption fees are all over the place, ranging from the $45 I recall from the dog my brother Ger had as a kid to the $350(!) I saw for beagle puppies at a pound in another county, and that's before you get into spay/neuter (sometimes this is provided by the shelter/rescue org), vet checkups, vaccines, training, food, and boarding when we travel (and we travel for a week at least twice per year), not to mention the harness, leash, food/water bowls, crate, bed, grooming, and possible emergency vet visits ($$$$$) that could happen over a lifetime of dog ownership.
I'm just not on board with a dog.
And his snide comments about my lack of employment (OK, I keep falling off the job-hunt wagon, and that's totally on me) and the trouble I have keeping up with the housework (and what I consider to be his impossible/unreasonable standards) and the pushback he gives me when I point out that certain things could be easier if he'd do X, Y, or Z ... I just do not need to add a dog into the mix.
Especially a dog that I do not want.
I've tried to warm up to the idea of having a dog.
I've tried to tell myself it's a positive experience.
I've tried to tell myself that if DH really wanted one, he'd do all the financial crap for it as well as some of the walking & training.
But I can't convince myself that I'll feel anything less than dumped on and ignored.
And apparently this makes me a villain.
Truth is, I'd rather be a villain than resentful, but it sucks to be the villain.