At the moment, she... she lacks.... inhibitions is one way of putting it.
All those beautiful, calm, uneventful months with my boyfriend are gone... back to square one, and boy is she's letting me know. If I had hopes that Doc could cure our control our shared conditions, much like those hidden hopes of a relationship with him before we both drank that fateful formula, I have no such hopes now, we... we can't be in the same room without our "otherselves" wanting to jump the other...
And the fact that I'm cheating... even if its her and not me-me... is only making me feel worse.
I wish Doc has never come back :(