It's been over a week now. He hasn't bothered me since that first night when he banged on the door and rang the doorbell for a while. He just dropped off a bunch of stuff I had given him at my house one day while I was at work.

Definitely the further away I get from it - meaning the dysfunctional relationship, the storm - the more I'm able to see and understand more of what was wrong with it.

I never loved him, not really. So there's no real loss there. And I know he was lying when he tried to say he loved me. I broke up with him Friday night and on Saturday he started a new online dating profile. He was just waiting for an excuse to do it openly. I saw that he's already lying again, posted a bunch of false information in his profile.

So whatever. Life goes on and so much better. He's not over here cooking food all the time, messing up my kitchen and getting mad when I try to tell him I'm on a diet so please no steak at midnight! Sheesh! I've already lost over 5 pounds since I dumped him.