I went out with a guy once for a few years, we were both living in the same town, and once went to stay on his parent’s farm for the weekend, a few hours away. We went parking at night and he patted my stomach and said ‘you need to do some work there’ - obviously thinking I was getting too chubby for him. I was 23 and probably in the best shape of my life and he was no
bleeping oil painting anyway. But surprisingly that wasn’t the main reason I stopped contact with him - his folks had a sheep property and we’d gone for a walk and saw a fox, and he set the dog on it and I had to watch while this dog ripped the fox apart. I’m no city mouse, I know the damage a fox does, but at least kill the thing quickly with a shot gun, not like this.
Stopped all contact with him after that. Married a man I once watched rescue a mouse who was caught in our lace curtains in the middle of the night and gently put it on our back lawn so the cat wouldn’t get it