Not Monday again

I'm on my lunch break now and so God damn grateful for last night. Gabe came home early, dinner in hand, asking " Baby, do you want to play Xbox?" We played for a few hours, talking, eating, and laughing. I kind of wish we could just stay like that; I felt peace and happiness again and think we both needed that. He didn't want me to worry about taking care of him, making dinner, etc. He texted me to make sure I hadn't cooked yet, which is sweet. It was wonderful to have a peaceful night. We're both (obviously) back at work and I hate having to sit in this office with a guard out front. Dennis, the guy who went after me, is still in jail but I'm still scared; they areested him for stalking and harassment. They also seized his phone and apparently he had pictures of me coming to and from work, pictures of me with Gabe, and walking Mochi. I have no words to describe how creepy and scary that is and don't know how I didn't notice him hiding there all those times. He was at our God damn house, and that infuriates and scares me. Gabe has been checking in to see how I am, despite being (obviously) busy and I love him so much for that. I don't know how I deserve him sometimes, honestly. He wasn't happy about me going to work and frankly neither was I but I have a decent job and don't want to lose it because some asshole can't control himself. Gabe and I went to the police station yesterday to see the pictures Dennis had taken and I almost couldn't look. I hate that he was there, lurking, when all I want is to live in peace and happiness. I've worked so hard and so much to finally FINALLY be whole and happy again; I can't lose that again. I brought up the idea of us doing the whole van or camper life thing again, thinking it would be more difficult to track me if we're moving from place to place all the time. He was all for it if that's what I want but I would rather stay in our quiet, cozy place and put down some roots if I'm honest. Of course he knows that; I wouldn't have been talking about getting a new bed and more things for the kitchen if I didn't want to stay here. I wouldn't have suggested getting more pets if I didn't want to stay. I wouldn't have fixed up my writing desk and started a tiny garden full of planters on our tiny balcony if I didn't want to stay. I love living here and don't want to leave but at the same time it feels less safe to be here now, or more properly it feels like Dennis tainted the sanctity of our home with his disgusting behavior and desires. I guess that's it for now.