Things could not be crazier lately. I'm pretty sure I'm completely past my prior issues, I still talk to my ex, and we're cordial, but the feelings are definitely different.
The options are vast, but everyone of them has a catch.
Last night was a definite test. I had the option to do something very, very unethical. I chose not to, even though there will probably not be another chance for something like that ever again, but I'd rather wonder what could've been in this scenario than face some severe consequences down the road. This is one time that I've been proud of my drunken self. He normally makes some piss poor decisions when it comes to sex.
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