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now.”
    â€œThen go!” I tried not to yell so I wouldn’t wake Sierra up. And despite how much his words were hurting me, I fought back. “I don’t give a fuck what you do. Just get out of my crib with your trife ass!”
    He pulled his clothes on and strutted out of my room.
    â€œAnd close my door!” I shouted.
    When he got to the living room, I followed after him. He opened the front door, walked out, and stood on my steps, to talk more shit, I assumed. “By the way, you are a stupid-ass broad. I was trying to be in your life and be there for your daughter.”
    I was taken aback by him calling me stupid and bringing up my daughter. So I fought fire with fire.
    â€œBy the way, don’t call me. We’re done. I don’t want you, don’t need you and your shit. I’m going out tomorrow, maybe to Shotz, to find me a real man, you punk bitch!”
    His head jerked up as if he had been slapped. His mouth was moving, as if he was searching for a reply but couldn’t find one.
    And I wasn’t waiting. I slammed the door in his face.
    It wasn’t long before he called me, but I refused to take his call.
    Throughout the night he continued to call me. Finally, when he wouldn’t stop calling, I snatched up the phone and yelled, “What the hell you want?”
    â€œDon’t even think of going to Shotz!” he fired back. “Or us ... this is over.”
    â€œWhat us? We’re just friends, remember? I can go wherever the fuck I want. You don’t own Shotz, and you don’t fucking own me.”
    â€œNo one is going to want to fool with you. You’ll never get more than what I’m giving you, so be grateful. You’re a single woman with a child. Baggage all the way.”
    I didn’t respond. I knew he was trying to hurt my feelings. I hung up the phone. Then I cried, because maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth. I did come with baggage. I was a young single parent. And Lavante didn’t even know how crazy my baby’s father was or the problems he could potentially cause. It scared me because I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. I wanted a mate to love me. The thing that bothered me the most was, despite what Lavante had said and done to me, despite all the hurt and disrespect, I still didn’t feel like I was completely done ... with him. I knew I had some serious issues.

Chapter 8
    I had told myself that things were over between Lavante and me. Shit, people and things changed. I felt that that was just what Lavante did, and I wanted to have no parts of him now.
    After I ignored his calls for two weeks, he showed up at my doorstep with roses—twelve of them—some chocolate-covered strawberries, and a sad face. He held a poster-board sign with his home phone number on it and the message, CALL ME ANYTIME .
    â€œI’m sorry for everything. I have a habit of being an ass. If you take me back, I’ll work on that and even offer you a commitment,” he said.
    Sierra was with Greg for the weekend. I paused, a part of me wanting to tell him to kiss my black ass, well, after I took the strawberries. But there was something about his words. Well, they felt sincere, and what else did I have to look forward to? I had chitchatted with a couple guys in that two weeks’ time, but none of them quite did it for me. I still had strong feelings for Lavante. I knew what it was. My mom had told me that when a woman shared her body with a man, her body released a chemical that emotionally attached her to him. That was the reason I struggled with letting go of Lavante.
    I stepped back and let him enter my home, and bless his heart, he tried to make love to me the best he could. But I still didn’t feel shit.
    Yes, I had a commitment. Wow. But there weren’t no fireworks, just more horrible sex. Although he was offering me what I had wanted those past five and a half months, the shit just