I know all that and am now agreeing. Still doesn't help me feeling disrespecting of an animal's right to procreate, their choice or not. To me it is dual sided argument either way.
Then, as I told my wife "remember I have to pretend to be jealous for you, pretend to be the big mean domineering husband telling you no when you go spending money." I tend toward having trouble with either of those. She is usually practical and a fair judge of what can be spent or not, and if she does have an outside friend so much the better for her. I know at times I'm no Don Juan. I do not own her, i do love her and without any conditions but I refuse owning.
Being me is not always the easiest living there is to be had, it is though all I can be and live. There's times people might understand and take advantage, or understand but get afraid and then hate. This is why friends to me are precious rare gems, few, scattered in the winds like a family of dusts. If nothing else I am far too overly passionate, even to a fault.
People, human beings are animals for all the blather they toss out to suggest they're not. That's how it all relates for me, the bigger picture even in the grain of sand. It's foolish to think other animals lesser than us and foolish too to grant them a pedestal and conversely the same for ourselves. All animals are all, and all are equal. That mean I'm some meathead what don't eat animals? No it doesn't, I do eat animal flesh. I do try tempering that but can admit lacking saint hood in such endeavors.
Sorry, I just follow a different piper, a kilt wearing bag piper no less.
Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with it. 
I was pretty wore down at this point and she wanted to push me. Blood was boiling and told her to go her ass home. She didnt of course and finally we got it all together. Turned the pump on, it ran for 15 to 20 second and shut down. Sounded like it wasnt spinning fast enough like when a capacitor goes out on a motor. Im so wiped at this point that I had to run to the house to get a wrench and hoped on the riding lawn mower and colors started changing on me. The grass was bright orange to me and crap like this. I grab the wrenches, go back to the pump and give them to the ex and told her I gotta go inside moms place and sit for a bit, that it was becoming dangerous for me and I really didnt want to die today. She tells me she didnt give a fuck where I went and she is about to go. I tell her once again to go her ass home!
. Ended up we wnt to Lowes, spent another couple hundred and bought a new pump. Brought it home, we plumbed it in, the relay box was on the wrong side so we had to fight the wire and dig up some tree roots to be able to get enough wire to hook it up and all was ready to turn it on. Primed it, turned it on and instantly had water. Glued the last couple joints we left off in case it needed more water poured into the pump to prime it, turned it back on and one of the pipes blew right off. I told that girl that pipe was not glued until we knew if the length was correct or not and she needed to glue it. 