I'm a native Houstonian, a ride-or-die.
I've weathered the storms and fought the good fights.
Stood up, showed up, cheered us on.
But at this moment after Beryl, it feels like a Lauryn Hill song: "I used to love him but now I don't."

Those of us who love Houston embrace the beautiful and the ugly. No city is perfect.

But what happens when the city you love so deeply that you'd take your jewelry off to fight those who trash talk about it doesn't love you back? When I posted the feelings above, lots of followers agreed.

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It seems many ride-or-die Houstonians are breaking up with the city. Beryl, the Category 1 storm that left millions of residents powerless and nearly 20 dead, has been the back-breaker. It has tipped the scale of what's ugly about Houston to outweigh the beautiful.

For those who want to leave this place, the city's magic was lost in the storm's 80 mph winds with the sideways rain. Its strength buckled spirits.

Leaving Houston is the last........

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