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I married a private equity manager,

not Ja Rule's former intern, for a reason.

Apparently he's been floating the entire band,

paying for studio time, equipment, all of it.

No! My marriage is over.

We'll be pitching L'Oréal.

Keith Mumford will run point.

I quit.

Start your new company

and pitch L'Oréal.

It'll be your first act as CEO of your own firm.

I'm fucking my thesis advisor,

which could get him fired and me thrown out of school,

which makes our communication about me

fake step-parenting his daughter easy and effortless.

Yeah, I kept my apartment.

Matthew's place is great,

but this is the Holy Grail of university housing.

You plan on telling Matthew about this?

- Fuck no. - So you're here

because you need a new advisor

or you're going to have to leave the program, correct?

There's a big difference between being an influencer

bloggy-person and an actual author.

This is my job, and I'm trying to be good at it.

Yeah, and your job is wack.

You know that. You're better than this.

I love Ola so much.

I didn't cheat on him

because I have doubts about him or us.

It's just Ola is literally the only person

that I have ever been with before this.

I can't stop thinking about it.

You have to tell him.

I slept with someone else.

But I... I love you so much.

You... you fucked some other dude.

That's betrayal.

Ola, you asked me to show you my whole self,

so here I am just begging you

to forgive me for making one terrible mistake.

Please don't call off the wedding.

To be honest with you,

I wasn't sure we'd make it here.

Well, life can test your faith in yourself,

in others, in love,

but there is no one else

I'd rather spend the rest of my life with.

You are my perfect girl, and I will love you forever.

So I do.

By the power vested in me,

I pronounce you husband and wife.

Ready? One...

Two, three.

No!

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Well, I thought I was,

but I'm coming home from a girls' trip

instead of my honeymoon.

And I just had the dream again.

- Uh-oh. - Our greatest fear.

Sending a brother off to the land of the Beckys.

And I woke up just after he jumped the broom.

With a white woman.

Dream Ola ain't shit.

One time, I dreamt that Jason got married

to the Progressive chick,

and I changed to GEICO the next day.

I'm not ready to go back.

Ella had the right idea.

I should've stayed with her in Tulum.

- Mm-mm. - Let's be clear.

Ella is staying an extra week to work on her book,

not escape reality.

I'm not escaping.

Taking time off to be inspired

is Ella's bag, not yours.

But we are not gonna pretend like this isn't hard.

You're not alone.

We got you.

Hey.

I missed you and Amari so much.

And I have the greatest news.

Baptiste agreed to be my thesis advisor.

At first I was scared that it wasn't gonna happen

because the notes on my paper were so much longer

than the actual paper itself, but I honestly...

Love that. That's amazing, baby.

But listen, there's something I gotta tell you.

Mommy's back!

Oh, my God.

Amari's never called me "Mom" before.

- Sondi, wait. - Amari, hi.

Hey, Sondi.

Welcome back.

You too.

Mommy got a house in New Jersey,

and I'm getting another room!

A-a new assignment?

Mommy quit the Navy.

We're not quitters, sweetheart.

I was honorably discharged.

Yeah, her assignment is over.

Found a place in Ridgewood.

Well, um, congratulations.

Yeah, that's...

That's what I wanted to tell you.

Hey, surprise!

Thanks for letting me crash here.

I just don't want to go home yet.

Of course, girl.

Hey, you can't keep it off forever.

And I don't know what Mama Gwynn could say now

that she didn't say two weeks ago

when Ola called off the wedding.

I never heard a woman over 50 say "fuck" that many times.

Okay, turn it on.

Oh. Oh.

Um, it won't stop. It won't stop!

- Make it stop! - Damn.

I ain't never seen a three-digit text count.

How long you had it off?

Since the flight to Tulum.

Okay.

Ola says he's staying with a friend

and to let him know when you're back.

Oh. Okay. Well, that's encouraging.

It's not, "I overreacted and made a huge mistake,"

but I'll take it.

Well, have you watched Love in Escrow?

I got hooked on this shit

that one day it rained in Mexico.

Mm.

It's real estate porn with Black women running shit.

You'll love it.

Hey, y'all...

I don't think I can do it.

Look, I know Black women bickering

for the camera can be a little cringey,

but the petty in this show is pretty mild.

And no one's sleeping with anyone's man.

- Yet. - No, no.

I'm... I'm talking about work.

I... I don't think I can do

the... the looks, the stares, the questions.

You don't have to answer shit.

I've never fucked up this big.

I've... I have a goal.

I make a plan. I stick to the plan.

What's the plan for leaving the office engaged

and coming back without wedding photos?

Well, just come up with a new plan.

But the first one was perfect.

Okay.

Okay, I get it.

Starting over in our 30s.

No man, no job.

It's gonna take some time

to get back what we lost.

I just don't want anyone thinking I'm sitting

at home on my couch, sad and pathetic.

Well, you're not.

It's my couch.

If you need more time, take it.

And don't feel guilty about it.

Everyone's always making Black women feel bad

about taking a break.

Don't do it to yourself.

You're right.

Put on the damn show.

There we go.

Nuh-uh. I'm not doing it.

Go back with a better offer!

I can't believe it.

Where else are you gonna find another claw-foot tub

on heated floors next to a built-in vanity?

Down the street. It's Georgia.

Don't give up. Write a letter.

They love letters. That's yo' house!

This is scripted, you know?

Tamika's gonna get a house.

She should give up on her dream home

because somebody's gonna outbid her?

That's bullshit. Bullshit!

Ugh. I'm hungry.

- 100k... - You got any more chips?

Um, no, but I can go get us some food.

Oh, Thai.

50k but...

If it isn't too much trouble.

Nuh-uh. I ain't doing that.

No. No trouble at all.

But let's be real.

I can paint my room any color I want.

I was thinking...

Lavender.

No matter what color you choose,

it's gonna be perfect.

We almost done?

Yep.

Now, don't stay up to late while I'm gone.

Yes, ma'am.

I promise we are gonna go straight to bed.

You ready?

Yep.

Bye, Daddy. Bye, Sondi.

Bye, baby.

Come on.

Hope you two have a great night.

Muah! Let's go.

Nice little setup.

Don't hit me with the "little."

I just want to see where my savings went.

Uh, where's the little button so I can talk to the singer?

Right here?

Hi. Uh, what's your name?

Brandon.

You might need a vocal coach.

You're pitchy.

Enough.

Are you always this cranky at work?

Mm.

Just trying to help him out.

Damn.

You kicked me out through a text,

don't ask how I'm doing, where I'm staying,

and now you show up to my job,

which you only halfway care about,

to talk about someone else's relationship problems.

Not just someone. Our best friends.

They can't end up like us.

What, single and petty?

Who's petty?

You dropped me from your health plan.

You know I can't get the good inhaler without insurance.

You and that damn asthma.

Shh.

I'll see what I can do, okay?

That's not why I'm here.

I'm worried about Whitney.

What's Ola saying?

Not much.

We haven't talked about Whitney

since he pulled the plug on the wedding.

Are you serious? What do y'all talk about?

Basketball, mostly.

Well, Ola is the only thing on Whitney's mind,

and she's crashing on my couch 'cause she's scared to go home.

Can Ola stop ignoring her and talk to her?

Should we get involved?

How can you say that? You were his groomsman.

How he handles this is his business.

Well, she still loves him.

I can tell by the way she's yelling at Love in Escrow.

I love that show.

Did Tamika get her dream house?

Wait. Yeah, don't tell me.

Jason, please.

Can you talk to him?

Fine.

Maybe I'll hit up Anderson.

We can see what's up together.

Whatever you gotta do.

Thanks.

Is that it?

Yep.

Thanks.

Let's go again.

Oh, I've missed you.

Oh, shit!

She is gonna be pissed.

What now?

Ooh, Misty just found out

that the buyer for her listing

is Alex's client.

This is about to get good.

Oh, my bad. Were you sleeping in?

Are you?

Uh, today's Monday.

I thought you were gonna go back into work.

Uh, yeah, I had a few more sick days to use.

Well, um, it's been nice hosting you

these last few days,

and you know how much I love you,

but, um...

No! Were you trying to get off?

Well, two things can be true.

Okay.

Look, I'm not gonna pretend

to know what this is like for you,

but you gotta go there are reclaim that space.

Make it yours again.

You're right.

I can't expect you to host me forever.

Sorry.

Well, look,

if it gets weird, you can always come back.

But in the meantime, you know, maybe you want

to go get yourself a smoothie or something?

I'm a multi-o girl.

Okay.

Okay.

- Oh, like right now. - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

I cannot believe that place delivers mimosas.

There is nothing that you cannot get in Harlem.

And this is why everyone is moving here.

It has been a while

since we've had some alone time together.

I know, right?

I love this for us.

Knock-knock.

Oh.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

We just came by for her...

Swim goggles. Right.

How did you get in?

Amari's key.

Do you know where my...

- Under your bed. - Thank you!

I was thinking about enrolling her

in summer swim classes.

Oh, nice. Yeah, she'd love that.

I'll let you know the schedule

so we can coordinate.

Sounds good.

Found them. Thanks, Sondi!

Thanks again. See you later.

Mimosas. Hmm.

All right. Another round?

Thank you for finding this place,

the movers, all of it.

You're welcome.

I mean, I don't know. This...

this just feels different.

Feels like home.

Why, 'cause you got your own sink?

I love you,

but your beard products

needed their own time zone.

Okay.

Like you don't have more skin creams

and face masks than Sephora?

Our song is on.

Come here.

- Mm. - Oh.

Yeah. Hmm.

Hey, the offer still stands

for you to take those piano lessons.

And if you climb up on that thing like she did...

- Calm down. - ...I'm gonna... I don't know.

I don't know.

This is nice.

- Yeah. - Our song.

Our song, our sinks...

our life.

Doesn't get any better than that.

So are you just gonna hold that cigar,

or are you actually gonna light it at some point?

I don't even smoke.

Ola picked this spot.

Well, you wanted to see what I've been up to.

This is it.

How you doing?

I... I'm okay.

At least she stopped texting me, man.

I don't know what...

What does she even want me to say?

Well, you know she's back from Mexico, right?

You talk to her?

She cheated on me.

There's nothing to talk about.

So you're done with her completely?

Yo, part of me wishes she never even told me.

There are a lot of happy dudes out there living a lie.

Look at that guy from Family Matters

that married Superhead.

That nigga's always smiling.

Hey, look.

I know how it looks, you know?

But men cheat all the time,

and women take them back all the time.

You know, maybe you two could push past this.

Okay, Anderson, would you marry Ella

if she cheated on you?

I mean, I didn't say all that, but...

Yeah, yeah, that- and that's what I thought.

That's what I thought.

We're not here to tell you what to do.

We just want to make sure you're good.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

I have to say, there is something special

about a woman who wants to be honest with you.

Renee never cheated, but if she had,

she definitely wouldn't have told me.

My whole life, I have never been this mad...

...and I hate it.

I hate being this mad at her.

Sounds like you still love her.

About damn time. So how'd it go?

Whose apartment is this?

It's Sondi's grad apartment.

Whitney's attached herself to my couch,

so that's why I couldn't meet you there.

Does Matthew know about this place?

Jason, please, we don't have time

to explain all that.

How'd it go?

Well...

I think he still loves her,

but I don't know if it changes anything.

He's still pretty heated.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Any luck with the insurance, though?

No.

Come on, Ren.

I thought we were better than this.

I left Eclipse.

Oh.

New agency?

Yes.

Mine.

And I know you're thinking this is the same thing

as you quitting your job to pursue your dream,

but it's not.

How?

How is it not the same?

I couldn't actually grow at Eclipse.

I had to go out on my own.

Well, good luck.

For real.

Oh, I'm not gonna do you like you did me.

Nah, I hope your company thrives.

I hope you make millions.

And I hope you find people who support you,

because it's really fucking lonely

when you have to do this on your own.

He didn't take all of his things.

- Who? - Ola. Are you okay?

I need a shot.

I don't know why you need a shot,

but I need one too.

Naomi is back.

- Amari's mom? - What?

For how long?

For life.

She quit the Navy,

and now she's over me playing mom to Amari.

Wait, can you quit the Navy?

Or got kicked out. I don't know how it works.

Mmm.

So what does it mean that he took

some of his clothes, but not all?

I'm not sure.

This is where Ella would say something esoteric.

Yeah, when is that bitch back?

I need her here.

Oh, my God. It's him.

I gotta go. I gotta go!

- Okay, okay. - Oh, okay.

You're not good at running in heels.

Gather yourself.

I am honestly terrified for her.

Me too.

I'm gonna eat her wings.

Hi.

Hi.

I missed you.

If you want to go back to the pastor

or do couples therapy, whatever.

I want to know why.

I don't know.

I know that it won't happen again.

How?

If you don't know why?

Because I don't want to hurt you.

All that time in Tulum,

that's the best you could come up with?

You're gonna have to do better, Whitney.

I... What else do you want?

I mean, I...

I gave you time and distance,

and you canceled the wedding.

I... wasn't that enough?

You... you think that makes us even?

I'm not gonna beg again.

Well, I'm not gonna speed past you not knowing

why you fucked another dude

just 'cause you're trying to move on.

I apologized.

And I meant it with everything in me.

That should be enough.

After ten years, that should be enough.

It's not.

What are you doing?

I'm moving out, Whitney.

I-I'll let you know when I can come back for the rest.

"...formally submit my resignation

"to the Hot Tea Digest.

"I could not be more grateful

for the opportunity you gave me when I needed..."

I knew it.

I knew that bitch was gonna quit on me.

My God.

As soon as that caramel Casanova

came back into the picture, it was just a matter of time.

Ooh, this generation is doomed.

Doomed.

They worried about climate change?

Fuck that.

These Millennials and their fucking dreams.

She couldn't find one coffee shop in Harlem

to write her Black girl magnum opus?

She gotta finish it in Tulum?

Mm.

Oh, where are her strappy flats?

Got us packing up her shit like the help.

You know, I knew Ella could be selfish sometimes,

but damn.

Oh, did you remember to pack her vitamin C sunscreen?

Six months on a beach. You know what?

This book better be fucking best-seller.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm talking Oprah's list,

Michelle's list.

Oh, should we pack her Nikki Giovanni?

Good idea. Pack that.

And at the worst fucking time too.

Is there really a bad time to choose yourself?

Thanks, ladies.

I tried to help,

but I didn't know what jeans she wore

to that spring break you lost Sondi at Señor Frog's.

Do I want to know?

- No. - No.

Take care of our girl, okay?

I will.

All right, that's the last of it.

So you're just gonna go to Mexico?

What about your job?

I let my job get in the way the last time.

Not gonna let that happen again.

That was a good answer.

All right, I'll hug you.

It's never gonna be the same.

You talking about Ella or Ola?

You gonna tell us what he said when he came over?

Basically, he didn't like my answers

to his questions.

- Sorry, Whit. - Sorry.

We need a toast.

We need a drink.

Yes. We've been through too much.

Okay. All right.

To Ella.

To us.

No matter how we move

or when we move,

there's only one direction.

Straight ahead.

Whoo-hoo!