The Ex was outside my house shouting my name.
I was with him for a second, just a second. We had a moment. And that was it. Then he thought texting me twenty times a day for two days was appropriate, and finally, when I was unresponsive to texts, showing up at my house felt like the logical next step. Not even knocking though, just standing outside shouting my name because he could see me painting through my bedroom window.
Typing this makes me realize how creepy the entire situation sounds. ...this is not the first time this has happened. Typically, however, he knocks.
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