I finished watching “Earthlings” and I have never felt more uneasy in my life. I have never felt so angry at myself for ever consuming animals. I have never felt so angry towards those who still choose to consume them. I have never felt my heart break over and over for over an hour straight before. I used to consider myself understanding. I used to say that I understand why people ate meat, I used to find their reasons justifiable. Now, I see no justification. I can’t fathom how someone can be aware of the inhumane slaughter and torture that these animals, these living creatures go through and just simply eat them because of tradition or just personal food preference.
A/N: I want to dedicate this to @sceawere because she’s been through a lot lately and she loves Alfie and I loved writing this Alfie and her protection story inspired me just a little so, yeah, she’s just an amazing person and writing and go follow her if you don’t already!!
“Going somewhere love?” Alfie asked when he looked up from the paper he was reading to see you descending the stairs in a fancy green dress.
“I told you, remember? Or did you forget again Alf?” You ask, applying some lipstick in the hallway mirror.
“Yeah, no I didn’t forget. Angela’s thing, yeah?” He’s starting to sweat and you can’t help but laugh.
“No that was last week hun. It’s Alice’s birthday.”
“Right, right of course. Let me drive you.” He says eagerly getting up from his armchair.