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Derek. My ex-boyfriend, who left me to go to Vegas. The one who broke up with me because I ‘wasn’t right for him’. Then I let him take advantage of my drunk self. Violating rights, that I normally wouldn’t hand out like presents at Christmas time.

I sighed. On the one hand, I hated him for taking advantage of me, coming back after all this time and just assume that I would take him back. And then on the other hand I realized that I had enjoyed him. I liked having him back, and part of me was happy about what happened last night. I sighed once more, wishing my life could be easier.

I was just slipping my shirt on when I heard the door open, “Are you decent?” A voice asked, It was Derek, I could tell instantly.

“Just hold on,” I struggled to put the rest of my shirt over my head, “OK.” I replied, and turned around to face him as he walked through the door.