My only one on that list is dogs. Not divorced. Not a cheater.
But I was bitten by a dog as a kid and then knocked down by another one (though it was well intentioned on the part of the dog--just that he was about my size and I didn't brace for impact when he went up on two legs and put his forlegs on me--and that fucked me for appreciating even friendly dogs. They often smell bad (I have an exceptional nose) and you're sticky after they lick you (I'm mental about stickiness).
So, love 'em all you want, and I won't glare at you if you keep them on a tight leash, but keep them the fuck away from me, TYVM. At this point, I've more or less come to terms and I can tolerate being around them and what not, but I will fucking near brain you if your dog lurches at me when you're walking him and we pass on the street. And then you have the lovely people walking their dogs that will stop and talk and block the entire sidewalk and the only way around them is to head out into the street because they don't even make a gesture to move out of the way.
So yeah, fucking red flag me all you want, and yeah I have issues, but my issues with dogs are legit as fuck.