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couldn’t read him.   Literally, I was counting down the days until my fiancé would be out of my life.
    I had recently picked up extra hours, mostly on Saturday’s, to keep myself out of the house.  This Saturday would be like no other.  I came home happy.  I had plans with my lover later that day. I just needed to stop at home first.
    Walking up to the front door of my apartment, I noticed that something was off.  My front door was slightly ajar. I nudged it open with my foot and what a sight I seen.  My fiancé was lounging in the recliner, in his boxers.  He looked like a deranged maniac. I gave a simple smile; “Bitch I feel like killing you.” Was his response.
    I dragged the house phone to the porch and called my sister.  I was going to need somewhere to sleep for the night.  She didn’t answer. I knew all too well, that he was dangerous.   This wouldn’t be a fair match no matter what. So I left. I went to my neighbor’s house…the pastor and his wife.  Hopefully their house could be a temporary safe haven. They fed me and prayed for my situation. 
    Nightfall was upon us and I decided that it was safe to go home. Walking down the pathway to my apartment, I seen Fire Marshalls, E.M.T’s and Police Officers! Shaking my head I was terrified to see what lie on the other side of my front door. Every bit of clothing that I owned had been doused with a bottle of Christian Brothers Cognac and lit on fire. What used to be my living room was now an extinguished bon fire. 
    Smoke damage every-where, with a gaping hole in the living room floor.  Everything was either covered in soot or burned to a crisp. I stepped out looking towards the parking lot, and saw my fiancé.  Partially dressed in the back of the ambulance, I kept thinking I was dreaming.
    My first apartment on my own, up in smoke literally… My sanity was on the brink of destruction.  All the material items that burned weren’t my concern.  Following my heart was.
    Talking with the police officers, I realized that they were just as clueless as I was. They said they would charge him with arson and I would be notified prior to his release from the local jail. Three days later he was out.  All charges dropped. I received an automated call advising me that he was released. My heart dropped. I was petrified wondering what would happen next.
    Those three days I had spent cleaning, scrubbing and trying to figure out what I was going to wear to work. Since everything I owned was now gone. He didn’t come back to our charbroiled apartment immediately.  So I just waited, and waited.  On that 2nd night after his release, I heard the faintest cry around 1:30 in the morning. I looked out my bedroom window and didn’t see anything. Then I looked out the kitchen window still nothing or anyone in sight…then I looked onto the patio and there he was crying his eyes out. 
    The smell of liquor was so pungent it seeped into the house thru the sliding glass door. What I used to feel towards him had vacated. I couldn’t even imagine ever being turned on by him.  The sight of him made me sick. 
    He made me wish things that you should never wish on anyone, not even an enemy. I told him to get the fuck off of my patio.  He slithered off that patio into the night, wearing a withered pair of hospital scrubs.  The next day I put his belongings in a box.  Called his mama and asked her to come get his shit. She was also tired of him and I damn sure was tired of him.
    This relationship had run its course.  Everything was devalued and deflated.  Especially me.  His alcoholism took over his rationale and our relationship.  I refused to be destroyed any further.  As if it couldn’t get any worse.  I came home from shopping to a three day eviction notice on my door.
    I tried to clean up and really get things back together without anyone being too suspicious of what had taken place.  But seriously, there was a big gaping burnt hole in the center of my