Lastnight the stbx called and asked if he could come by and see the kids, I said yes. Then when he gets here he follows me around talking to me. He did the same the last time he came to see them. I tried to go in my bedroom and he followed me to the doorway. In the last three weeks my bedroom has become MINE and even the thought of him in there makes my skin crawl so I stood outside the door until I could finally get him to shutup. I mean, WTF. You didnt like me enough to be faithful but now cant get enough of talking to me even when I clearly want to get away. What a confused person he is.
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