Shit. Things never are easy or simple are they? I had it all worked out in my head. I had it all planned and now it’s all screwed up. I thought that when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named moved back to Florida in the next couple of months that “it” would be done. Out of site (and out of North Carolina), out of mind. Nah. It can’t be that simple. Turns out it’s a “vacation” to Florida and not a total address change. Of course, he was over at my place last night. I had made up my mind last month that I wouldn’t have him back in my house by himself. Didn’t take long for my resolve to fall by the wayside, did it? I am weak. Weak and stupid.