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mention that my clients didn’t know it was over between Cam and me. We had been apart for
     about eighteen months, but I was still hopeful. See, the breakup was my fault and I figured it was my obligation to get the
     relationship back together. I don’t understand why life doesn’t come with a damn rewind button. It hurts my heart when I think
     about how I ruined my life.
    When the new FedEx guy first walked into the shop, I knew it was trouble because of the thoughts running through my mind as
     I watched his sexy ass. He must have read my mind because he came back every day smelling good and looking good and I tried
     my best to look cute for him. That was my entire mission each day. Finally I said something to him and he was game. After
     I had Caron, I felt like Cam just stopped paying me any attention. He was so caught up in work and making money, I felt invisible.
     But this guy brought me back to life.
    Six months later, I wanted to leave Cam. I wanted to be with Overnight Express, as I had dubbed him. Overnight Express made
     me feel young and special. Once I had my heart set on it, I did everything I could to make Cameron leave me. He would tell
     me things like, “Because of Caron, I’m going to ignore that.” Or, “Yasmin, I want to work on this for his sake. He deserves
     two parents.”
    Overnight Express had me strung out on love and I couldn’t hear a damn thing that Cam was saying. Every time I acted a fool,
     Cam would make an excuse for why we should stay together. How stupid can you be, man? I’m trying to leave you. It became clear that I couldn’t just merely allude to wanting to break up. I had to be explicit. Even if I had walked in
     the door holding a huge poster that had our wedding picture on it with a big strike through it, he still wouldn’t have gotten
     the message. Casey warned me not to leave a good man for good sex, but I just couldn’t understand at that time. Cameron was
     an obstacle keeping me from my heart’s desire. He became the enemy and I never thought about how hurt he would be. I only
     thought about how it hurt me not to see Overnight Express.
    I got reckless and began to take Caron around my lover. We’d spend long days together. I hoped that he and Caron could get
     to know each other so that when we were a family, everyone would be familiar. Caron actually liked him too. I’d always say,
     “Don’t tell Daddy about our special friend.”
    Little boys are so loyal, because he never even hinted that we’d spent time with Overnight Express. One day I was at work
     and got a call from Cam. He started out slowly and calmly. “Yasmin, someone told me that they saw you and Caron with some
     nigga at the zoo.”
    “And?”
    “Is there something you want to tell me?”
    “If I had something to tell you, I would have told you.”
    “Yasmin, don’t make me hurt you.”
    “Cam, you don’t want that kind of trouble.”
    “Yasmin, who were you with?”
    “My man,” I said without remorse.
    My words punched all the testosterone out of him. He was speechless, and the next thing I heard was the operator. I had to
     tell Cam what I was feeling now that it was out in the open. These emotions had been bottled up inside me for way too long.
     As I began to compose an e-mail to him, the words flowed effortlessly. I told him that I had been unhappy for a long time and had found someone else. I promised
     him that we’d split custody of Caron. I told him that I wouldn’t fight for the house, assuming that battle would be too lengthy
     because the house was in his name: when we got married I was young and had racked up a bunch of bills from college, so my
     credit wasn’t the best. The bad part about it was that I wrote the whole message on my BlackBerry. That’s how pressed I was
     to just get the monkey off my back. I hit Send before I could proofread the message. I texted Overnight Express to let him
     know I had done it. He responded: WORD?
    Word? I thought that