7 p.m. — Instead of going home, I drive down to my ex's place to hang out and spend the night with him. I know, it's super dysfunctional and strange but hear me out. We were friends for years before we ever dated. We dated for two years and finally broke up because I was in therapy and came to the conclusion that he wasn't happy with himself and I couldn't make him happy. I also caught him lying to me about something so it was the perfect storm to end it. We cut off contact for a while but eventually became friends again and now we're friends with benefits. Its works for me. I also go on dates with other guys whenever I feel so inclined. K. is just comfort for me. I really care about him even if is being together isn't the best thing. We spend the evening watching more Harry Potter and the football game before we go to bed around 11:30.