It was the first time my ex had kicked me out of the house, and I don’t remember for what anymore.  Something stupid and petty, I’m sure.  This time would be just the first of several times, and it was always a power move on his part.  His way of exerting his control over me: I disagreed about something we heard said on the radio?  Bam!—on the streets in the middle of the night (if it weren’t for my friends who always took me in when this shit went down.)