The Other Side of Love

Part I: Stay woke. Nigahs Creepin'

I told you about that night at the hotel. But I didn't introduce myself huh? Well my name is Kaia. I'm 25 years old and I'm a world proclaimed fuck up. I live up to all the potential of fucking up any situation I'm in. It's actually a great talent, at times.
You maybe wondering how in the hell does a grown woman get involved in a love triangle with her husband's ex wife? Well it isn't as hard to do. Especially when you're me. Kaia Ny'Ell Rodriguez.

Now that you know me let's get to the reason why we're here. See me and Asia haven't always been on bedroom terms. I went through the whole Keisha situation with her. You know the whole side bitch vs wifey situation.  Those were some of the most embarrassing experiences I have ever had to face It broke me down in so many ways. As a wife, mother, member of the community. Just a woman in general.
And that is what hurt the most.

See I was never cut out for this life. I mean getting married and having a family of course those were goals I set for myself. And I did feel well accomplished with the things I've done in my life it's just something was always missing. There's always been two sides of me.
Kaia who is the girl that my grandparents raised up in church. Reading the Bible, making straight As in school, active in extracurricular activities and in the community. I even taught Bible Study and Vacation Bible School. Everything seemed good huh? Well that's not how it always was.

I grew up Destin. It was a midsize city or town. Depends on how you look at it. It was definitely country. A little urban in some places. The hood was my region. Right there on 585th street. We called our block the Dub.
My grandma Alicia's house was the community house. Sorta like a shelter, motel, restaurant, bank, corner store. You get what I'm saying. Whatever you needed you could find it at Lisha house. That's what everyone called her "Lisha" she was plain old Grams to me.

She was strict on both of us me and my brother Kyran. Nah we're not twins. Two years apart and I'm the oldest. We didn't always stay with Grams. We did stay with our mother Katharine. Her name was Katey in the streets. I remember the hard times we had living with her. But I cherish the good. I understand how children grow up to hate their parents, but what's the point? One day we'll all grow up and do some of the same bullshit to our kids. And that's just the reality.
I never forget where I come from I just try not go back to that other person I told you about.
But when I first found out my husband was a pick 5 ass nigah in these streets giving out free meat like cookouts.
That other side got activated. Say Wuzzam to Ky.
Just like my Momma told me," You gone either hustle or hoe. Pick before someone else does it for you."