by Jahquel J
Myla decided to move to Atlanta. She said Staten Island gave her too many bad memories. She moved her shop down there and was killing it. I was proud of her moving on and doing what was best for her. Aunt Betty still hadn’t reached out and I knew that she would never. In her mind, her son had died when Myla was born. It was sad and I wished that things could be different. I was so glad that Myla had my mother whenever she needed motherly love. You always needed a mother. My cousin messed up and because of that she was paying for it. Even with her messing up, we were family and I would always be there for her. Me and Staten were going to visit her soon. He wasn’t excited, but I was because I would get to link and hit the city with my cousin.
Me and Chanel had put our differences aside and were getting along. She realized that I wasn’t going anywhere, and that Staten would choose between us, and I would be the one he chose. I guess she figured that she needed to pipe down to keep her friend. She knew Staten better than I did, and she knew nothing was going to keep him from being a part of his daughter’s life. We weren’t friends, but when she stopped by his house, I was cordial and that was what mattered. We didn’t need to be friends, but she needed to respect that I was his woman and she was his friend. I could have been a bitch and not allowed him to be friends with her since they fucked, yet that wasn’t what I was worried about. I wanted him and Chanel to have a good relationship for their daughter.
I went back to work full-time. Work was where I felt needed, so I loved to be there. I stopped taking on so many doubles and decided to work on my self-care. I enrolled in the gym, started eating right, gave up smoking and was attending therapy. My life was my own and I was determined to take it back from this addiction. Everything that I had, I had been blessed to have and for a quick moment, I almost lost it all. My career, family, and relationship. Hell, I almost lost my life messing with Pook. Staten never told me what happened to him. He just said that he was no longer an issue. Chance didn’t need to know a man like his father. How could someone so evil make the sweetest angel on earth?
In the end, my bond with my sisters was strong as ever. Me and my man were good – for now and my relationship with my son was growing every day. In Staten Island, everyone knew everyone. Who would have thought after ten years that the three of us would have connected the way we did? Free and Ghost were meant to be, and their love rubbed off on all of us and made us one big dysfunctional family. Staten Island, this was our crazy love letter to you.
The End
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