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was and that he was currently homeless and living out of a motel.
    He said that he ’d just moved to Chicago from Minnesota. He’d bought two bricks to flip and his roommate robbed him. He grew up as a ward of the state. Therefore, he didn’t have any family to run to when he was forced to leave Minnesota for the same reasons.
    That ’s a story you don’t hear every day. In a strip club, men give you the same story; crazy baby mama, nagging wife, rich dope boy, or rap star dreams. I was so drawn into the difference in this young cutie that I regretfully forgot that my “security” was watching me.
    “You know what nigga I ’m talking about! Don’t play with me!” Rae was so angry that she was gritting her teeth while giving me her full attention, not the road. The truck began to swerve out of our lane.
    “Rae, pay attention to the road!”
    She ignored me, continuing to glare at me with fire in her eyes. She was so upset that her pale skin was turning red. “Who is he?!”
    “I don ’t know him!”
    “WHO THE FUCK IS HE ?!”
    The driver of the car passing us on our left blew the horn because Rae damn near collided with him. She finally took control of the steering wheel and gave the road her full attention.
    “Are you seriously arguing with me over a nigga at the club ?! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Tears were in my eyes. “I can’t do this shit no more!”
    Officially , I was done. There was no use in staying in this relationship any longer. I was unhappy, and Rae did nothing to make it any better. Rae was too fucking delusional. No matter what, we would consistently end up in arguments like this because there was something wrong in her that I could not fix, nor was I willing to.
    She had some serious mental issues that needed professional help .
    Rae saw my tears , and she knew. She saw my surrender towards this relationship. At five in the morning, with the feeling of dollar bills still against my skin, with the stench of smoke still in my hair, I was so done with this relationship. Chance showed me that. I didn’t even know him. But as he sat there and told me that he was broke and homeless, I envied him. I was willing to give anything to be in his position, rather than feeling Rae’s burning brown eyes glaring at me from the corner like a pedophile. Though broke and homeless, Chance was free to change his life for the better, to move about life without somebody weighing him down.
    Though far from broke or homeless, I didn ’t have those options because I felt chained to somebody.
    As Rae got off of the expressway and went west on Eighty-Seventh Street, I noticed that she hadn’t responded to me. Suddenly, her hostility was out of the window. Suddenly, she was passive, not aggressive. That assured me even more that I was done. The way that she flipped so quickly showed me how she so pathetically needed me. She held onto this relationship so tight, not because she loved me or wanted to be my partner, but because she didn’t know how to be herself without me.
    That was a dangerous situation that I no longer wanted to be a part of.
    “Rae, we need some space.”
    Usually I just dealt with her instability because I felt sorry for her. But, finally, I felt sorry for myself.
    “I ’m not happy. I haven’t been for a long time. I’m tired of arguing. I’m tired of explaining myself. I need some space.”
    “Just like that?”
    I met her eyes. When I saw that we both had tears slowly flowing down our beautiful feminine faces, I realized that we were two very confused and lost women that needed time apart to figure things out.
    “Yes. Just like that.”
    Just as the words left my lips, Rae pulled up in front of our house on Princeton. I hopped out of the car before she could say whatever it was that her tears were planning to say. I was tired, sleepy and very ready to sleep freely, not with my insecure girlfriend holding me in a bear hug all night.
    “Can we talk about this?”
    The way she