I also think he wanted me to tell him that meant he could come and live with me. He's been calling and we've been very passively fighting about the fact that I won't let him live here anymore. Really, I think I am being more than fair. I guess I was supposed to say "we can be crippled together. and if you have a broken toe, then you can't work so that makes it okay for you to live on my couch and do nothing. and it completely excuses everything else that was wrong with our relationship."
My front door was open (ajar) when I came home yesterday. Nothing appears to have been stolen but it makes me curious. [Me August 2014: Holy smokes you ought to be more disturbed by this. And by the man who was hugging you at the bus stop. You need to learn about boundaries, lady. Geez.]
Also, if you are the person who banged on my front door twice last night at eleven pm... the lights were out. I can't walk. I live in the ghetto. I don't get out of bed to answer the door. 90% of the time when someone comes to the front door, it's a neighborhood crazy looking for someone I have never heard of. I wasn't getting out of bed for that.
Whoever it was didn't come around to the back. So I went to bed secure in the knowledge that robbers and rapists don't knock first.