That would give me Teh Fear, I think.
My colleagues are the horrible, chick-flick-watching type who don't believe you can be friends with former boyfriends and insist I cut all ties with him and my past by moving. And try to set me up with people who are not in any way sexually appealing to me and old enough to be my father.
( Maladicta, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:29, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Pah, I had an ex here for three years.
And they were horrid turbulent times.
Then my best mate lived here for 6 months.
For a while after, I left the spare room as a junkyard and didn't go in there as it had their 'mark' on it, but after 5 years of slow reclaiming it is now a bit of the house that I use and sleep in and love.

I occasionally find the odd photo or bank statement but it changes nowt.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:35, Reply)

Thing is, we still get on really well - the split was amicable and he lived here for 8 months or so after we broke up.
My colleagues think splitting up with me makes him THE DEVIL (especially as I had to buy a bed - because sleeping in the same bed would not in any way be weird, right?) and every time they are reminded of his existence ask me why I don't cut him out of my life. Bah.
( Maladicta, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:41, Reply)