Well. This is just fantastic. I come back to myself to discover that in the course of a mere 6 hours I seem to have moved back in with my ex AND had sex with him.
Fantastic. I blame Charlotte, though honestly I can’t be sure.
The problem is my dog is obviously happy. This is mostly because my ex- let’s call him Army (he is ex-Army) also has a dog and it happens to be a dog Zoe has known since I’ve had her. Basically they’re sisters and they’re both happy to be under one roof again.
It’s a lot quieter here. It’s just me right now in my bedroom (we generally sleep in separate rooms, even when we were together- long story) and I do like not having to worry about my stepdad yelling at me.
However, I had very valid reasons for moving out two months ago. One of the big ones is how much Army triggers me.
I’m not really sure what to do…