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to be in that portrait any more than he wanted to be in her life.
    Each time that she thought things couldn’t get any worse, they always did. Then she’d think that maybe she just complained too much and her life wasn’t really that bad. The house they rented, because they never lived anywhere for more than three years, was on the predominantly white folks side of town in San Antonio. It was a four-bedroom brick house, with a living room area, a supersized family room, a bonus room, an oversized kitchen with marble floors granite countertops, a center island, a dishwasher, spacious cabinets, and stainless steel appliances, three bathrooms plus a half bath downstairs, a study, a colossal wooded deck, an in-ground pool, and a two-car garage. The pad was furnished with elegant expensive furnishings from the entrance of the home to the woodened deck that overlooked the football field that they called a backyard.  The backyard was splendid, 56,000 square ft. of paradise, landscaped with the soothing sound of a flowing waterfall that streamed into a private lake. The space was structured with riverbed pebbles, a roaring out-door stone fire pit, an elegant out-door bar and grill, and pitched stone steps that utilized the space beautifully. It was a masterpiece that was designed with tropical and exotic luscious plants that could send anyone into a trance of relaxation. Most would say that they were trying to keep up with the Jones’s. Truth is, the luxurious all-too-perfect home that Trae pretended he owned, didn’t mean a damn thing to Brandi. She didn’t know how he was able to afford the monthly rental cost of the house, but she was sure that it would eventually put them in debt. She also thought that Trae was in way over his head when he moved their family into the home. But those were the type of things that he did to impress his friends as well as the people on the outside looking in. Not realizing how stupid it was for him to spend so much money on something that he’d never own all because he wanted to impress people that really didn’t give a damn anyway.             
    Sometimes she wanted to go out into the backyard, walk over to the pool and dive into the deep end. Her inability to swim would cause her to sink straight to the bottom. She didn’t care if she drowned. At least then she wouldn’t feel like she was a rotted tooth and that her mind, body, and soul were decaying. At least then she wouldn’t have to pretend that she didn’t care if she’d never experienced the pleasure of knowing that someone wanted her and needed her like they needed their next breath. At least then she wouldn’t have to pretend that every night she closed her eyes, she didn’t wish that God would strip her life in her sleep. At least then she didn’t have to pretend that she didn’t hate the hell hold she called home.
    Lena, Vanessa, and Stacy all called her “A stupid fool” behind her back. They’d never liked Trae. In fact they hated him.  Everyone that loved Brandi begged her to leave him. Especially her mother “I told you the day you introduced me to that smut, that he was a whorish dog, and he was going to grant you nothing but a life full of misery” Up until Ms. Betty got saved that’s what she quoted to Brandi every time they talked on the phone. All the talk in the world wouldn’t make Brandi leave; she was complacent with Trae and his ways. Hell, what was she going to do with no employment background, no college education, two teenage boys, and a four-year-old son? In her mind, it didn’t make sense for her to leave. What man was going to want her now that she had a supersized donut wrapped around her waist? Her arms were flabby; her thighs rubbed together, fat dangled underneath her arms and drenched ever muscle on her 5 Ft. 2 inches frame. Being that she was barely over 60 inches tall, weighing 190 pounds, referring to her as overweight was an understatement. Her health was declining, and