OK, this is going to be much whinging and drama and *hand*staple*forehead*, so feel free to skip if you like.

So my ex, with whom I have a...complex (and that's being kind, actually), relationship, decided to buy a condo literally right across the street from my house. I thought that was insanely creepy and stalkerish, and way too close for comfort, and told him so. His reasoning was that he wanted to be close to my...our..son. And I get it. But damn, right across the street?

This morning dawned, the first sunny day we've had in a few, and I'm in my bedroom. I open the curtains, look out at the lovely spring morning.... and BAM! Right there, under my fucking nose is the ex and his skanky fat ho (no, I would never say that normally, but in this case I think I'm entitled) leaving his place together.

This is the same guy, incidentally, what was all gooshy and lovey-dovey like just a few weeks ago.

I don't want hm back. I really, truly don't. I don't love him anymore. Sometimes I don't even like him! But this still unleashed an absolute shit-storm of emotions that had me literally shaking. This is exactly why I did not want him moving in across the damn street! I shouldn't have to be afraid to look out my window! At least he could have parked on the opposite side of the building, ferfux sake!

I texted him and said not to come to the house tonight and not to talk to me for a bit. And what did he do? The son-of-a-bitch threatened a custody battle. I ask him to stay away for a damn day or two and he pulls that. You know what? Sometimes I fucking hate that bastard.