I invited him a little ways into my home.
I let my guard down.
I watched him venture in slightly, and he assumed the invitation included the whole place.
His hands were all over everything in a matter of minutes.
When I expressed my discomfort, he continued onward without hesitation. He somehow managed to lock me out of my own living space, and all I could do was beg him to leave through the screen door as I watched him ransack the place.
How did I get out here?
Why isn't he listening to me?
He took what he wanted, placed a kiss on my forehead on his way out, and never looked back.
I wandered back into my once pristine, tidy home in a confused daze.
Why did I allow him to even look upon my residence?
The guilt and regret swirled around in my stomach and bubbled up in my throat as I took in all the dirt and grime that now covered my home.
And now I live in it because it is too big of a mess to clean up by myself, and the last time I let someone in they destroyed it.
I won't make that mistake again.