I'm mad. My mom thought that putting my weaker male paradise fish in a 10 gallon that already has 2 male guppies, 1 female guppy, 1 female balloon molly, and 1 male betta was a good idea. Long story short the paradise stressed my betta out so much that he's already dying. He has dropsy and he's grey, he's supposed to at least be tan with a red tail.
I raised that male betta ever since he was sold as a 'female baby' at petco. I've had him since March, and I started the hobby in December. I saw him grow and he stuck around to see me grow in fishkeeping. I wanted to rehome that paradise for such a long time but momma got attached. She expects me to pull money from out of nowhere and buy a 29 with everything just for that little vermin. I didn't hate him, but I sure do now. He always pecked at my betta, never tore a fin, but he stressed the poor fish 24/7. I really have no words. His name was Moon, a friend chose his name right when I bought him.
I don't have anything much else to say. I'm in this state where I feel like I'm gonna cry but I can't for some reason. I don't want anything to do with fish anymore. I'm still gonna keep on going in the hobby only because I'm the only person I know can keep a green terror.
No matter what my mom says all the fish in that 10 gallon are leaving. Other than the balloon molly and my pink tuxedo guppy. I raised the molly since she was a little speck in a 2.5 and the guppy's survived for a longer time than my other fish. That paradise was being bullied by my alpha male, that's why I wanted to rehome him. But I guess moving him into another tank where he finally gets power works too.
I can't cure the betta, I can't even euthanize him. My mom never let me buy a 5.5 or 10 for Moon, he was gonna be the delta tail that will live for years and grow with me. I guess not. It sucks seeing him suffer like this. I'll just stop here because I'm just too mad to type any more out. I'll leave you all with a picture of Moon when I had him in a 2.5. I'll keep it at 9 of 18.

I raised that male betta ever since he was sold as a 'female baby' at petco. I've had him since March, and I started the hobby in December. I saw him grow and he stuck around to see me grow in fishkeeping. I wanted to rehome that paradise for such a long time but momma got attached. She expects me to pull money from out of nowhere and buy a 29 with everything just for that little vermin. I didn't hate him, but I sure do now. He always pecked at my betta, never tore a fin, but he stressed the poor fish 24/7. I really have no words. His name was Moon, a friend chose his name right when I bought him.
I don't have anything much else to say. I'm in this state where I feel like I'm gonna cry but I can't for some reason. I don't want anything to do with fish anymore. I'm still gonna keep on going in the hobby only because I'm the only person I know can keep a green terror.
No matter what my mom says all the fish in that 10 gallon are leaving. Other than the balloon molly and my pink tuxedo guppy. I raised the molly since she was a little speck in a 2.5 and the guppy's survived for a longer time than my other fish. That paradise was being bullied by my alpha male, that's why I wanted to rehome him. But I guess moving him into another tank where he finally gets power works too.
I can't cure the betta, I can't even euthanize him. My mom never let me buy a 5.5 or 10 for Moon, he was gonna be the delta tail that will live for years and grow with me. I guess not. It sucks seeing him suffer like this. I'll just stop here because I'm just too mad to type any more out. I'll leave you all with a picture of Moon when I had him in a 2.5. I'll keep it at 9 of 18.
