So why is it broken?

For anyone who doesn't know, or doesn't care but is going to find out anyway, echolocation is the way many bats find their way around. Mine seems to be broken, since I am wandering through life all but completely lost.
Whether or not this will be a blog of humor, depravity, intelligence, or mushitude I do not know. I figure I will place my hands on the keyboard and whatever comes out will surprise us all.

Hate to start things off with a whimper, but today was a trying day. Two weeks ago my long term boyfriend/fiance/boyfriendagain slipped his keys underneath my door. I had more or less given him an ultimatum. I advised him that I wanted him in my life, but I may want to adopt someday and if he was not with the adoption idea he might want to consider another partner. He loved me too but was not keen on the idea of tiny little people running around being shaped by our hands. So the keys went under my door. Effort on both sides kept us conversing through Yahoo Messenger and a week later he spent the night. Now now, no hanky panky. But he slept over, and the next morning he ran an errand for me that resulted in my keys being back in his hands. They are still there. He has since spent the night almost a half dozen times. But nothing has changed. We are not together, we acknowledge that he won't be changing his mind nor should he. It is both comforting and unsettling being around him. We went to book stores today, and out to dinner. I find myself torn. Do I want to continue this...whatever it is so that I can have him hold me every couple nights, or do I want to tell him to give me the keys back and sleep alone? I find myself sighing a lot lately.