Can Love Put Food on the Table?

I ran into my ex-boyfriend working the street.

I was furious. "No matter how poor a man is, he shouldn't sell himself!"

He smoked as he looked me up and down, then rolled his eyes. "Get lost, you broke loser."

I paid for a night with him and said, "I want to talk to you about your family of origin."

My ex-boyfriend: "Not interested? Get lost."

First-person narration. I'm the top. A marriage-into-the-family kind of vibe.

Theme: You have to fight for love