I had a friend from Austin, TX who dated a stripper while going to school for architecture at UofT. Their relationship broke up after she moved in with him. He couldn't deal with her stripper co-workers/friends. They were always over the house, staying over for long periods, stealing all kinds of stuff, having their psycho-boyfriends/suitcase pimps coming to find them in the middle of the night only to have the police come.

One day after reading about the internet boom, he canceled his lease [the landlord wanted the drama over anyway], he put all her stuff out in the hall, he packed up whatever little shit of his that went un-stolen, redeemed a couple of items of his her friends had hocked at pawn shops, stuffed it all in his care and moved to NYC. [I met him as a co-worker in NYC.]

He ended up being in charge of part of the Tiffany web site, and then had a small consulting company with a designer from that same site until she gave it up to be a mommy. He decided to get his degree in computer something and went back to Austin.

He WAS afraid she might find him back in Austin. He was afraid that she might try to hurt him if she ran into him.

I don't know what happened once he got there. I got ill shortly after, and I lost touch.