Gray stayed last night. He was a perfect gentleman and brought pizza and chocolate.
We did a lot of talking, which was both nice and needed. I told him I had barriers to break down, and touched on the subject of the abuse although I didn't go into detail. He didn't push for information, and being the first person here I've told, felt privileged that I trusted in him. He held me close, and conversation moved on.
No sex, but other shenanigans did prevail. Today I have a pissed off piercing, lips as red as you like (worn out?!) and a hickey the size of fucking Belgium across my collarbone. I had asked him to be careful, but the boy got a little carried away....
I successfully hid my neck with a scarf today - luckily it happened to be the first frosty morning and BOY was I cold...
He's coming over next Thursday, before we go to the black tie do on Friday/Saturday. I'm far too busy grinning to give a shit right now, although I'm sure the nerves will kick in again by then.
Until next week, there'll be internet chats and a fun time avoiding the ex - who seems particularly desperate for me to reply. I will do just that, but on my terms, when I am ready, and not before. It certainly won't be what he's expecting to hear...
EDIT: The ex deleted me and I rounded it off with one line that was succinct. It's over. Gut-wrenching to close the door, but it needed doing and I will now be able to flourish in the life I should always have had. #Dingdongtheexisgone